The Fox’s Bark

Sometimes the fox’s bark

Pierces the dark

As our bodies meet

Under comforting sheets.

A girl’s soft kiss

And exploring hands

Can command my lust.

But your bark,

So cold and sharp

Speaks of dust.

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