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The eyelashes of the flautist as he plays
Incredibly enticing
The initial parting lips of a singer
Gives a eerily thrilling sound
When I cup your cheek in my hand
And you turn and taste my palm
Tenderness, sexier than full fledged sex
Longer remembered, never forgotten
The crisp white shirt of a stranger
Clasping me at a funeral dinner
Is part of my dreamlife forever
Sex in mourning in the morning
Or in the evening, does it matter?
Watching one bite into a perfect peach
Watching slow movements of his jaw
Seeing the lump in his throat as he swallows
Sexy, sexy, sexy...