orgasms


She ran stiff
to answer the door bell
thrashing the moment,
between, last step forward and
fainting the thought of him,
she remembers.

Hair grille over him
stays naked days of nights
scuttling, looking, nor
the ‘sans’ look
a compliment at his face
resonance lace commonplace.

We all drag
on, and on
on lasting occasions.

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