She lies there, topless
Arm draped across her breast
Looking longingly, looked at longingly
Smooth, tight skin
From an arched back
Displaying circle stretched oval
Begging to be touched
Prickling with anticipation
Anticipating prickling
Overwhelming feelings
Divorced from species’ origin
That in sating the long
She grows thick and fat
Shunting another
To claim her smooth place
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