'neath a leopards skin,
On sheet's of cream.
Under slanted roofs.
I love to be with you,
in the cruelty of this bed.
I hate all of our pillows,
including your bony chest.
Yet the warmth of your body,
the caress of you fingers,
Keeps inviting me in.
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