Private pursuit of pleasure
By freda
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 597 reads
afraid of imperfection
she thinks about it nightly
and plots the moment in advance
knowing how doorways built of ice and fire
implode if entered less than lightly
she keeps a notebook in her head
recording looks in strangers eyes
tremor of a voice turning her way
shadow of a hardly there hip
half-imagined whiff of unbearable desire
complete burnt sugar music of lost chances
she goes comes she dances
later thinks
what a cold-fingered clumsy word is 'masturbation'
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