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Orifices
Islands and Orifices
Samuel-Kasirer Smibert,
2015
Eyes
that peer through me, disarmingly
Ears
that hear my every word, knowingly
Lips
that seek out mine, or so I hope
And other orifices
that out of politeness I will not evoke
But that bring a rush to my senses – all of them
and make me want to lie down with you.
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