A flurry
Of skin against skin.
No need to curry
Favour, for the flavour
Of the month, soon will change.
“Call me”, she will say,
Then hurry
Away, to another flurry
Of skin against skin.
For there is no need to curry
Favour, for the flavour
Of the month is change.
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K Morris - Poet 
i love the play with flavor and favor
Thank you, Ana. I am delighted you like my poem. Best wishes – Kevin