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Wood
hinges creaky
lock long rusty
paint a-peeling and vaguely musty
swinging days gone
these days shut fast
seems years since I last had a blast
footsteps on stairs,
sapling lingers
turns my knob with leafy fingers
I stay rigid
want her naughty
instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40
sap linament
for ancient joints
soothing salve an oaken so...
Monday 1st November 2021 3:03 pm
Springs
I remember beds with springs,
women ever soft, even petite,
love-making was a noisy affair
neighbours would have a treat
svelte then women did seem
slender was the salient word
they slipped out of their shifts
took time to get them stirred
first you snuggled to get warm
well before gas central heating
when you got into your rhythm
a thin mattress took a b...
Friday 19th February 2021 10:25 am
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