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Click hereI wonder how you move
Imaginary darling, chat lover
On the morning after.
Your thighs aching
Your pussy spent
Your ass chafed
From wild spanking.
Your breasts tender
And nipples made raw
By the one who had you
The real one, no voyeur.
I wonder how you move
Then, too, upon his lap
Or beneath his bulk.
I wonder about the faces
You make and the sounds
That escape your tender
Mouth without the traces
Of makeup and lipstick
Expertly applied in the photos
You send, that you allow
And selectively choose
To display the fantasy I make
Love to, without you, no mark
Of my own left to change you
A grace from you for my sake.
I wonder how you move
Walking the dog, sweeping the floor
Planting your garden, closing the door.
I wonder how you move
In all the ways that are just life
Not sex, not erotic, being alive.