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decaying orbit
the
old man
shuffled
towards the mirror
eyes
half wide
not
fear
not
anger
not
even mild curiosity
for a finger
tracing another line
it was those times
she had stepped
from the shower
when he grabbed her cheeks
from behind
his cock
still burning up on entry
as he rejoiced with the wind
that sent droplets
flying from wet hair
her low moans of surprise
and that next day ache
of pubic bone blue
still worth every second look
Published 17th Mar 2011
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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