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You're sexist I say, laughingas taking hammer from my hands
you give me a presentation,
as if I didn't know
but it is nice like this
and I'll allow you
a macho moment
just so long as you repeat
after dinner, when we're replete.
I make pasta 'again'
to keep you fit
and crazily insane
with lust at my
culinary display on offer
for your lips
to taste, sublime,
a glass of wine.
As afterwards we
survey the hole
rent upon the wall,
those DIY skills
forgotten
like the time I said
I would and we did.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2014-08-28 at 21:29
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