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erotic poetry, exchange student, lager lout, MSU, poem, Poetry, Red Cedar river, sex in dirty water, skinny dipping, sonnet
“An’ oi double dag dare yer,” you giggled,
slipping out of your jeans. The Red Cedar
river was rank, sluggish and straggled
across campus. Still, where else could, “lager
louts,” go skinny dipping? Exchange students
were freaks. County Clare vibe tribe? Bodyke cock
shock? You started each sentence with, “me cunt’s
fancy.” Groovy. You loved punk. I loved schlock.
Between dark flowing kisses you reached down,
grabbed my ass and impaled yourself on me.
Back when I’d do anything for a dare;
even if it meant that I’d cum and drown.
Perhaps others stopped to watch our drunk glee.
Aglow, you sighed, “loike oi’m back ‘um in Clare.”
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Notes:
The Red Cedar river runs through Michigan State University, where I went for my undergraduate studies. Lager lout is slang for any offensively drunk, boorish behavior. Bodyke is a town in County Clare, Ireland.
