Then.
Then she would say
if only I’d met you
before him
and you’d say
yes but that
is how it is
and those quick
chance meetings
in back offices
or far away cafes
or in the elevator
going up or down
when alone
you kissing her
and feeling
between thighs
and she
letting out
that oh god
take me moan.
poem by Terry Collett
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