By Igor Irteniev:
A man drops by to see a woman,
Takes off his hat, takes off his coat.
What happens after that between them,
It is –excuse me– God knows what.
Their movements hasty and erratic,
Screams uncontrolled, loud and wild,
Are screams of pleasure here and now,
Not for conception of a child.
They finally get what they were after.
In bed, minds empty, without clothes,
They stare at the ceiling rafters,
All happy, spent, and wiggle their toes.
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