roaming about,
hands trace down
valleys and curves;
legs and arms part,
welcomed receipts
that too often are
ignored or passed by;
bodies heave and
finally join in
places of mutual
delight and when the
hazy mist of lust
lingers no more, we
we see ourselves for
what we are worth
and someone always
agrees to pay the
modest difference.
8Jul14
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