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erotic poetry, finger fucking, haiku, hair salon, poem, Spoolies
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I’m spellbound, but oh a woman denied
And the hills are alive with celibate wives …
— “These Things Take Time,” The Smiths
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service with a smile
“how can I stop?” Cupid’s child,
cum and hair Spoolies
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fuck the Heart Sutra
Italian sex comedies
and Enlightenment
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first taste of delight
under the dryer, laughter
and finger fucking
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note:
Sometime in the dim 1950s hair Spoolies were, and I quote, “the hair curlers for professional pin curls.” I suspect my grandmother wore them when she went to the hair salon and let all hell lose.