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The Bidding
(Gave this an airing at the Erotic Poetry Night at Malton last weekend, and managed to add the audio at last)
“What is the bidding?”
“The bidding is thine” she said.
He spoke and she took position,
Before him, in shadow.
“What is the bidding?”
“The bidding is thine” she said.
He held her hips.
He clicked his tongue softly in her ear,
Before tracin...
Monday 25th October 2010 8:36 pm
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