Bruce Weber, The Carlson Twins
TWIN CONFESSIONS
I shot my brother—
Up his nice ass & then down
His smooth greedy throat
He didn’t much want—
To do it but I made him
I needed it bad
Afterwards he felt—
Awfully guilty but then
We did it again
I had to console him—
Telling him it was okay
Each time we made love
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