Infusible Inclusion
Colin James
Making love to is
like attending an opera
with a bunch of ducks.
The aria has just ended.
It was quite beautiful.
The soprano mourns in the quiet
her lover emphatically dead,
and the house is now silent.
Then you hear the first quack.
A long pause then another.
A shorter pause and another, another.
Eventually a house full of quacking ducks.
Would that I could satisfy myself.
Orgasms are definitely overrated.
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