Leaves me, inclined
To feel for love
Under cotton sheets
After Muscadet and the castle chatter
Skin on skin
Breast on breast
Tongues kissing
As the boys
On the tennis court squeal with laughter
As our squeals
On the expectations
Of loves lustful sensations
Gut-strings, taut
On the racket; tension, suspense; one-all
Our strings also
Echo back and forth;
'Yes I love you'
'Yes I do love you'
After all it is one-all; it is one-all, isn't it
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