Thigh To Femur

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Thigh To Femur

As the years grow shorter,
things change, I grow older,
but my wife looks the same,
as old friends die.

But I still talk to them,
as they hide in shadows,
pulling at my cuffs,
as I'm playing the piano.

In my cups of whiskey and rye,
sitting thigh to the femur,
as she strokes my wilting penis,
against the grain.
 
But my wife looks the same,
dressed in pale, with formaldehyde,
and I in my split-back suit.
with coins on my eyes.


Submitted: July 09, 2021

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