dependence
Dependence
Looking out of the window
at the doctor's waiting room
his receptionist had gone outside for a smoke
she wore black underwear
under a white nylon dress
Faux pas?
What do I care, who dresses in a black T-shirt
jeans and a yellow silk scarf
in the hope of looking seedy but elegant
She inhaled the smoke deeply
I am filled with lust, my lips dry
oh, a kingdom for a drag
She saw my lust, drew the wrong conclusion
stumped her ***
Inside, she looked at me with contempt
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