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(a sonnet)
 
The way you bend and flash your cloven wares,
And twist your hips to open curtains’ show,
Then look behind, confirm their frozen stares,
And back to me, confirming that I know.
 
How close we’ve come, in midnight doorway’s grace,
When on my knees, to seek my nightcap’s fill,
You see them stroll, I take it as a race,
Before they pass, to gain your coming spill.
 
Though tense, I love, when grinding all alone,
Club parking lots, in time to DJ’s beat,
With panties gone, you take me for your own,
And push back ‘til I disappear complete.  
 
In public, when the world becomes our play,
We rage in hopes they never look away.