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Wait

Not now, Petula, not while your sister’s taste

is on my tongue and my loins throb

like the gum around an abscessed tooth

at the thought of her; wait

 

until the rain has washed all traces of her

from the doorstep; wait until the bedding

has thrown her through the open bays;

wait until your mother has dressed

 

and left by the back door; wait

until the copying cat has lapped its saucer

dry, relaxed its stiffened tail. Then

pour me a glass of water for my Viagra.

◄ What Do I Know?

Feeling the Squeeze ►

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Dai Miles

Sat 10th May 2008 12:36

hey, Jeff

Thanks for reading -- glad you found it interesting!

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Dai Miles

Sat 10th May 2008 12:34

hey, Danny

Thanks for reading. I'll take a look at CleanSheets.. Cheers!

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Jeff Dawson

Thu 8th May 2008 18:56

Very interesting Dai!!

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Thu 8th May 2008 14:35

Busy man.... I'm chuckling here. Have you considered submitting some of these saucy pieces to CleanSheets ... it's an online magazine that likes this style.

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