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Introduction:

This is a poem about Stephen AKA Madonna Wayne Gacy AKA Pogo

My lips move down his soft pale skin,
As his hand touches my breast,
We kiss,
Each kiss we take is more passionate than they other,
He tells me that he loves me,
But is that so?
Does he really love me?
Does he really want me?
I tell him that I love him,
I say it like I mean it,
He laughs at the tone of my voice,
His laugh is not like his normal mad man cackle,
It is more smooth and sexy,
His voice is deep,
His hair is a deep golden yellow,
His eyes are hazel,
More brown that green,
I could get lost in them,
But are we really in love?
I feel him kiss my neck,
Ever so softly,
His kisses are like silk,
Do I say good bye?
Do I say hello?
Do I welcome him in me?
Do I say no?
I welcome him,
I let him do as he please,
As we lay side by side,
I hold his hand,
His breath is heavy,
In time it evens out,
We look at each other
And wonder…….
Do they really love me?
We kiss again,
He starts to move down my body,
His kissed tickle me,
And I laugh’
He laughs at my laugh,
It’s more like his normal mad man cackle,
I smile,
He lefts his head,
His eyes show me that he,
Is full of energy,
His hyper activity is kicking in,
He never takes any medicine for it,
Any more,
I love him,
I’m now sure that he loves me,
I the psychic vampire,
Love the shock rocker keyboardist,
Is that rough?
Is that right?
Do I care about that?
Does he?
Should he?
Should I?
We kiss,
His tongue slips in my mouth,
And one of his hands moves up my skirt,
And slips his finger in me,
I let a moan seep out my lips,
And let him take me.
I taste him in my mouth,
Letting him come to in my mouth,
He has not had a good day,
It has been a long,
And hard day,
Marilyn does not give him a break,
His mood swings are worse than mine,
And I am pregnant,
Stephen dose not know,
I don’t think that he wants to know
He doesn’t seem ready to be a father,
I think ………..
I can feel the baby,
When he is in a bad mood,
Stephen just wants sex,
My love will bended me over a table,
And pound into me,
I am afraid to tell him to stop,
I don’t want to tell him that I am pregnant,
He might force me to kill it,
I don’t want to do that,
I will leave if that is the case,
I may tell him soon,
I’m not sure.

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