shush, sugar, hush
this heartthrash, this harsh
sharp emotion
shall pass

o shyness, the blush
at shit and wanting to wash it,
at shit and needing to share it,
of wishing

our piss flushed
and shame quashed,
the rush of passions assuredness
brushes off and brashness

shuns, the gush
of shit through the fiction mesh
between he and she—
let me cushion it,

let me freshen,
let me witness your shit
and keep you, unshunned.

Let me be shore to your ashes,
show you mushy, luscious
in the crush of my lips
to your ferocious

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