A Man’s Pleasure

She asked me
What I like
One summer night.
I told her.

‘Twas no affair.
Just a man’s passing pleasure
With one who would never
Be his under normal circumstance.

A quick dance
For my pleasure
In summer weather.
And the clock …

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