Monday, 8 December 2008


Slipping her hand under
the grey fabric
of the other girl's
cotton sweater she
stroked her weeping
nipples delicately,
teased them and knew
that they must be deliciously
chafed by the grey
cotton sweater.

Her blonde hair
was unwashed
& her eyes
were damp
& her lips
were full and dripping.

After the brief doze they
could just relax &
read old novels &
unfurl purple

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