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five minutes later she undressed me again

ten minutes after that she undressed me

and again fifteen minutes later

by which time I was beginning to feel tender

her fingers were cool and her palms firm

as she disembarrassed me of one hot layer

after another, tweed, cotton, nylon, loosing

buttons and cuffs, unravelling ties

when she had been undressing me for a month

I dared to say, sideways, my mouth under the chest

of a pullover which she was easing over my head

with such skill and love that my adam’s apple

felt like it had been rolled in honey

and rubbed in oats, and my voice was grungy

and low, my skin somewhat shiny

and raw: muhuuhu muhuuhu ph ph ph hmmhu hm

she touched my lip with a shapely thumb

shhh, don’t fret her voice like jinxed june breezes

in lime leaves and then her voice like rills rushing over flint

and dazzling in sunlight we’ll get you undressed and then

we’ll see to that just a moment now and with no let-up still

she continues to undress me