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HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT
His birthday suit
was quite hirsute,
like gorilla -
was a thriller.
My own smooth skin
could not begin
to contrast more.
I was in awe.
In our tussle
I would ruffle
his dark chest hair -
and that "down there".
Savour its brush,
making me flush
when against me
he'd hold body.
He was so vain,
sometimes in rain
he'd throw off kit,
to wetten it.
Give me excuse
of a purpose
upon a whim
to towel him.
was quite hirsute,
like gorilla -
was a thriller.
My own smooth skin
could not begin
to contrast more.
I was in awe.
In our tussle
I would ruffle
his dark chest hair -
and that "down there".
Savour its brush,
making me flush
when against me
he'd hold body.
He was so vain,
sometimes in rain
he'd throw off kit,
to wetten it.
Give me excuse
of a purpose
upon a whim
to towel him.
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