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She squirms nearly naked beside me

Lollipop stick legs

Like a Lowry

Waiting to be coloured

I fill her in best I can

With a haze-hugged recital

Madness over just one man

It splutters slurred and sloppy

I feel her skin soft and on me

She breathes a sigh drenched in

Yawns for coffee

We put on one of his shirts together

Find the slunked-off socks

And bury down secrets we now have to keep forever

His face is unimaginable

He’d have guessed it sooner

Had his lust been made more tangible

But he was busy

When we were busy for him.