I sensed your tension,
felt it through every
tendon from your
arched feet to your
knitted fingers to
your
nipples, pinked, erect
on
goosebumped breasts,
you
startling each time a
car came up that hill,
wondering which one
would
stop and disgorge the
man who might
forever mar their marriage.
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)
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