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You Never Get Used To It

     
 

N:

Nudged by love on

     
   
 

a nautical breeze, they

     
   
 

nurtured

     
 

I:

Intercourse, with one eye

     
   
 

innocent and one

     
   
 

watchful,

     
 

C:

Just as your mind

     
   
 

cucks from one tack

     
   
 

to another—

     
 

E:

Examine me. I'm easy.

     
   
 

Take your

     
   
 

time.

     
     
     
     
 

T:

Torrid triangles and

     
   
 

tender trysts are what

     
   
 

turn me

     
 

O:

On. You, too?

     
   
 

Oodles of

     
   
 

open ocean.

     
     
     
     
 

S:

Stretch your imagination—

     
   
 

Share your

     
   
 

pillow.

     
 

E:

I think most people

     
   
 

engage in mutual

     
   
 

eclipse.

     
 

E:

Eskimos' erections

     
   
 

enlighten the earth's

     
   
 

edge.

     
     
     
     
 

Y:

(Yet even before another yachtsman

     
   
 

can yank his baloney

     
   
 

from her yoni,

     
 

O:

Oedipus' obsession

     
   
 

overcomes

     
   
 

me.)

     
 

U:

We move as a unit.

     
   
 

U R A Mr. E 2 me,

     
   
 

Q T / .

     
     
     
     
 

S:

Her simplicity: tension

     
   
 

that veers

     
   
 

tightly into an S,

     
 

E:

Unwinds coral pink effervescent

     
   
 

readies, wrecks

     
   
 

the boys, gauze clinging to

     
 

X:

Cupped crotch — Ambulance up

     
   
 

her slow moving

     
   
 

X-rated butt,

     
 

Y:

Dominated and perfumed

     
   
 

by

     
   
 

yes.