She  awoke,

And thought to find in the dawn’s smoky gloom

Her  friend;

But when she touched his damp cheek

He asked, ‘Are we still in our roles?’

His shuddering breath betrayed

The cold question.

‘Yes,’ she answered kindly, ‘we are.’

But ... Oh … Oh!

The light was cruel.

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sexuality not sensual

gutters out

if sensuality equates sexuality

finesse unplumbed

true intimacy of senses

transcends body

so simple so easy

so rare

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