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Sitting half naked in my chair

she clasped her hands to her mouth

trembling with pleasure

The shadows of the cypress trees leaned into the window

to gawp at us

Her breasts were so tiny

and her hair cropped so short

she could have been a boy

but we were beyond such trifling considerations

I licked her small ankles

kissed each fragile bone

as her stomach flipped over and over

Things she had imagined so furtively and for so long

yet had dared share with no one

were coming true at last!

It is how she wanted things to be

Her feet shivered on the cool floor of the room

beating out a rhythm of pure pleasure