On certain afternoons in the summer

Jeanne and I rest on our centre bed

We are often naked or lightly clothed

And either masturbate or fuck

Depending on our mood

There is a painting of Cornelius Whur

On the wall that overlooks our pleasure

I wonder what he makes of our immorality

He knows that I am strong of mind but weak of body

Unlike Jeanne who is slower with her intimacy

This I find strange as we are of the the same blood

 

 

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