Stroking
.
Thus sat I
athwart her boarding
as the train’s whistle
bellowed
I panting
stroking mine beard in
anticipation
mine pen and slip
excited
to cast each her
chary glints
when
CRACK
back mine head
mine consort
her ring baring
jealous
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2013
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