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Silverlake

sloping hills covered
with stucco and brick
nestled in between the 
freeway and Sunset Blvd.
a winding path of
lights
trees and
homes that view Hollywood from
the east

that seen from the heights
are 
a blanket of 
apartments, parks and
businesses
settled at 
the foot of the hills
loudly proclaimed
by a sign seen in a thousand 
and one postcards

I wasn't looking out the window
I was holding her down 
fucking her mouth
pumping and grinding 'til
I heard 
her choking and gurgling on
paste

afterward I laid on my back 
tried to sleep
she laid on her side
cuddled against me
one leg thrown over my stomach
slowly grinding 
herself against my thigh until
fast breathing
became slow
quiet
rested
spent
a silent rising and falling of breast

a beautiful woman
with needs 
desires
filled 
drifting on the arm of
dreams 

It didn't help
I still felt
like an asshole 

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