IT FRISSELGRIEN

 

 

 

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Somenights
she leaves them in
until after they have made love.
She likes to see clearly
the lines and curves of bodies.
To watch his eyes, his mouth.
Somenights she enjoys that.

Othernight
when taken by the mood
she takes them out before
and abondons herself
to her blurred stranger.
Other senses compete to compensate.
All is flesh. Looks bigger too.

 

 

 

Roger McGough.