Eyes lost,
barely daring to look,
- they know their hook -
hands behind the back
of my own cost
for this knick-knack.
Pat me
- and speak tenderly -
was I any good
a boy, have I made us happy?
Have I given you all I could
in a softness so raspy?
02/02/2018
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