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  <subtitle>Let the Reader Beware</subtitle>
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    <title>The Fling</title>
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    <published>2008-08-21T06:34:05+00:00</published>
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    <author>
      <name>Chris</name>
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    <category term="fling" />
    <category term="saucy" />
    <category term="sex" />
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>A centrifugal  head-spin,<BR /> A cowering dyspepsia of spiny<BR /> Thoughts and dissections<BR /> Pitches me forward.<BR /> She parts me easily<BR /> And plunges in with barbed wire<BR /> And bottle cap love.</p>
<p></p><P> A hateful lovemaking:<BR /> Golden fog perfume and full lips,<BR /> Shimmering gold skin appeals,<BR /> Then cuts -- bleeds<BR /> Long and red down my back.</p>
<p></p><P> Flesh grows hard and white around<BR /> The blackened blade in my back,<BR /> The jagged handle protrudes.  Still,<BR /> I am unable to remove it.</p>
<p></p><P> Agony.  Ripping pain,<BR /> An arched back,<BR /> A howling scowl,<BR /> <DT>Then black:<DD> garters, stockings,<DD> raven hair,<DD> black-out.<P> A ravenous appetite for nothing.<BR /> This coma is warm,<BR /> A fine billowy nothingness.<BR /> A sudden blow-out in this<BR /> Zero-gravity pressure.</p>
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<address> &#169;1989 chris abraham </address>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>A centrifugal  head-spin,<BR /> A cowering dyspepsia of spiny<BR /> Thoughts and dissections<BR /> Pitches me forward.<BR /> She parts me easily<BR /> And plunges in with barbed wire<BR /> And bottle cap love.</p><P> A hateful lovemaking:<BR /> Golden fog perfume and full lips,<BR /> Shimmering gold skin appeals,<BR /> Then cuts -- bleeds<BR /> Long and red down my back.</p><P> Flesh grows hard and white around<BR /> The blackened blade in my back,<BR /> The jagged handle protrudes.  Still,<BR /> I am unable to remove it.</p><P> Agony.  Ripping pain,<BR /> An arched back,<BR /> A howling scowl,<BR /> <DT>Then black:<DD> garters, stockings,<DD> raven hair,<DD> black-out.<P> A ravenous appetite for nothing.<BR /> This coma is warm,<BR /> A fine billowy nothingness.<BR /> A sudden blow-out in this<BR /> Zero-gravity pressure.</p><P><br />
<address> &#169;1989 chris abraham </address>

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