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insatiably polite
she yawns adjacent to his mid-sentence lull
while his eyes flee to her depths
glands asteam

doubled over
wrapped about her slender posture
she absorbs his inertial gratitude
shrouded by convex gleam

he asks for pardon
for the motionless muchness of his moisture
who with a seething sweat
is entranced by carefully orchestrated glimpses

she plucks the threads
an obstacle to herself
borrowing against her charm
to ennoble a coward’s laughter

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