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She loves their
warmth and size,
their horse’s nuzzle against her shoulder,
inhales each one’s parfum d’homme
deeply, when they hold her.
Blended extracts
of soap ‘n’ cigs,
mingle with base notes deliciously unclean,
she listens to their chins whisper
of the places that they’ve been.
Then the silent
prickle of a question
hot, against her neck,
would she care to come again?
would she ‘eck!
© Caroline Imperatori |