You mangle my existence
Your inviting aromas and silky skin
In arrant rapture I embrace a fantasy
You shove me to restraint
Need I be reminded?
Society's regulations pound against my chest
Startled by the abrupt silence
You release me
Your shrewd eyes turn from me
My loins burn in unavailing desire
This anguished expression stifled
Only by your ecstatic laughter
My earnest passion
A matter of amusement?
The telephone rings.
We proceed as though nothing has happened
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