oddity of sex

Oddity of sex

 

The kitchen was cold

Switched on the gas making coffee

It warmed my midriff

And I thought of it, only briefly

Breakfast more important

Never thought I should think that

But there we are.

I knew of a woman who only wanted me

To look at her fanny and no touching.

I did but thought of other things

how many millions of stars are the in heaven?

has anyone counted them?

Suddenly she wriggled like a worm in damp soil

Sex over.

she covered her body in a sheet

And she fell asleep.

I took the bus home.

 

◄ the kiss

when love is not ►

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