her tongue, kissing him all over,
hands on his lovely long hands, his own
beautiful hands hurt him, her purple-coloured
self that goes and grows
with this mirrored body
I just find you attractive
get the payment, slide the card in,
black lingerie and – depend on it –
bronzer, no hair, wrapped
sandwich, swivel chair, socks,
suit, surface. She’s gone.
No picture to play;
wiped memory.
Phoebe Power. Retirado daqui.
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