Your body -
Swollen
Like
A river
In spate.

Your tongue -
Moving all over
Ferreting out
Little secrets.

Your lips -
Moist,
Pliant,
Urging me in.

Your eyes -
Half closed,
Half open,
Seeing in me
A silhouette
From the past.

More often,
It is not
The body
But the mind
Which commits
Adultery...

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