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Back to tracking pussy

   
 

cross the landscape

   
 
 

unflirted

   
   
   
   
 

Where body language

   
 

entertains and tits are

   
 
 

tightly shirted;

   
   
   
   
 

Between us-distant-cousins

   
 

eye-beams zoom

   
 
 

like candy beacons

   
   
   
   
 

That bounce right back

   
 

or dig so deep

   
 
 

metabolism weakens.

   
   
   
   
 

I tried an art museum

   
 

where "in" became an

   
 
 

old persuasion,

   
   
   
   
 

A modern café on the limb

   
 

for tasty

   
 
 

masturbation;

   
   
   
   
 

The coffee glanced so good

   
 

with cream and eyelid

   
 
 

droops of honey—

   
   
   
   
 

Hot quiche (besides the pussies'

   
 

smell) undid me from

   
 
 

my money.