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Flesh
Her flesh will soon admit him and he sees
Her leaning back and looking straight ahead,
Pretending that he's not aware she'll please
Him, though self-conscious when ideas are wed
To certain aspirations underscored,
By every move she makes, since her gestures
Just hint at the objective she's ignored,
And she will cross her legs and find she's cured
Of any reservation, since her calves
Are wrapped around his back; is this so bad?
She idly drifts, for thinking never salves
Her conscience in the way that when she's had,
She is reduced and finds she loves the ruck
Of being used by him as flesh to fuck.
Her leaning back and looking straight ahead,
Pretending that he's not aware she'll please
Him, though self-conscious when ideas are wed
To certain aspirations underscored,
By every move she makes, since her gestures
Just hint at the objective she's ignored,
And she will cross her legs and find she's cured
Of any reservation, since her calves
Are wrapped around his back; is this so bad?
She idly drifts, for thinking never salves
Her conscience in the way that when she's had,
She is reduced and finds she loves the ruck
Of being used by him as flesh to fuck.
Published 17th Oct 2014
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