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There is a race
to porn in space
and I’ll be damned
if I
don’t win.
What better pair
with lack of air,
than my
milky,
silky
skin.

And what about
My perfect pout
worthy of a
Constellation?
No other
Thighs
deserve the
Prize
of a seat at the
Space Station.

From the back
of their dirty
car
They always said
I would go
far.
Maybe,
one day
I’d be a
Star.

And so
One night,
They’ll surely spy
my rocket
high,
up in the
sky.
So bright! So gold!
Oh me, oh my!
Is it Ursa Major?
Gemini?
And at last
They’ll think
I am
One.

Then I’ll come back
an Astronaut,
the first
of few
to fill
My spot,
They’ll want to know,
What was it like!?
Was it
HARD?
Was it a hike?

With a newfound
twinkle
in my eye
I’ll laugh so hard
That I will cry
And look each of Them
In Their eye
BEWARE!
I’ll pause.
I’ll let it linger.
Before I shake and wag my finger.
BEWARE!
Of getting jizz in your hair!
It’s here,
It’s there,
It’s everywhere!
What a mess it makes-
zero gravity air!

And with my suit
I strip
My final
earthly
care.

As I
SUCK
My first
real breath
of
air.

And
so long as
Day
will turn to
Night,
I’ll know
I am
a
Star.

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