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You Never Get Used To It

     
 

N:

Nudged by love on
     
   
 

a nautical breeze, they
     
   
 

nurtured
     
 

I:

Intercourse, with one eye
     
   
 

innocent and one
     
   
 

watchful,
     
 

C:

Just as your mind
     
   
 

cucks from one tack
     
   
 

to another—
     
 

E:

Examine me. I'm easy.
     
   
 

Take your
     
   
 

time.
     
     
     
     
 

T:

Torrid triangles and
     
   
 

tender trysts are what
     
   
 

turn me
     
 

O:

On. You, too?
     
   
 

Oodles of
     
   
 

open ocean.
     
     
     
     
 

S:

Stretch your imagination—
     
   
 

Share your
     
   
 

pillow.
     
 

E:

I think most people
     
   
 

engage in mutual
     
   
 

eclipse.
     
 

E:

Eskimos' erections
     
   
 

enlighten the earth's
     
   
 

edge.
     
     
     
     
 

Y:

(Yet even before another yachtsman
     
   
 

can yank his baloney
     
   
 

from her yoni,
     
 

O:

Oedipus' obsession
     
   
 

overcomes
     
   
 

me.)
     
 

U:

We move as a unit.
     
   
 

U R A Mr. E 2 me,
     
   
 

Q T / .
     
     
     
     
 

S:

Her simplicity: tension
     
   
 

that veers
     
   
 

tightly into an S,
     
 

E:

Unwinds coral pink effervescent
     
   
 

readies, wrecks
     
   
 

the boys, gauze clinging to
     
 

X:

Cupped crotch — Ambulance up
     
   
 

her slow moving
     
   
 

X-rated butt,
     
 

Y:

Dominated and perfumed
     
   
 

by
     
   
 

yes.