It could be all matter of obscenities
And extremities
Which could be the source
Of my stickiness.
It could be the beer,
Sweet and sticky
And definitely
The wrong choice for this party.
It could be their breath,
So close it leaves condensation on your eardrums
And so heavy it drowns out the techno.
It could be the sweat,
Dripping, glistening and refracting
Looking like a perverse fancy dress
Where everyone wears glass.
Realistically,
It’s all of the above but
It’s mostly semen.
Question from my favourite li’l pervert, Arzoo.
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