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GOOD SEX

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Hey, everybody can write one of those poems from time to time. All right, though I usually write Southern urban fiction, I write quirky and some of that poetry a little more than I’d like to admit.

GOOD SEX …

is your hands sculpting the small of my back,
as my teeth tickle the smoothness of your spine …
… while your tongue traces the curve of my calf …
SEX TILL SUNRISE!
Or until your husband comes home.