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Tantra
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Today count pearls in the game
tomorrow your teeth.
There will be no new dames in your life
married man
stiffen your resolve my friend
spelunk the familiar hole
evasive detail creates novelty
ejaculate collects in the cup of her hand
she secretes doesn’t squirt
no spooge accumulates
absorb thought through the flesh
of tongue and lap
female feral in the grasp
male by osmosis mates
no one initiates
apparent division is time’s circumstance
fusion followed by fission
one sex creature sundered in two
and the moneyed drama
of spending dollars into cents.
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