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Animal
the fucking legs on that, she says
her mind somewhere else
as she stares down the lifeguard
a set of perfectly chiselled quads
walking down the side of the pool
might be worth drowning,
she continues
as he fiddles with his phone
her eyes branding themselves
on his yeah-I-work-out ass
you not into it? she asks
dude… I’m really fucking not
don’t get me wrong, I’m hotter
than I’ve been in years,
but I’ve a drawer full of vibrators
dealing with my shit
one frustration at a time
and I wonder if I ever have attractions
or if it’s all just intense connections
that shake me, never pert cheeks
or bulges moulded into shorts
or bare chests in the dark
what it must be like to be her
all hot flashes and animal urges
pheromones so thick
they flood out below strip lights—
to think of only legs on lonely nights
Published 11th Jul 2024
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