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No longer the piece I want to own.

No longer the piece to call my own.

I know longer want to own your piece

For I don’t need it for Release.

The Only Piece which begs Release

Is the very piece which resides on thee.

Don’t need your piece for peace of mind

For the pleasure’s NEVER mine!

Your piece I no longer long to

Find, opine about in my mind, and long to

Lay with in varied compromising positions

Of varied shades of prone, to-the-bone, and most sublime.

Why? Because you’re not a Wolverine (at least you’re not to me)

And you don’t even qualify

For deserving me

In prostrate or “supine!”