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Smearing her upright and naked body
with fresh pesto, he glared at her
hard.
Dying with desire, she glowered back
and only the fact of her husband in the next room
kept her from crying out
or falling at his feet screaming
you are the man made to lick me
last in me beyond
what I think I can endure
denying nothing except the husband
in the next room
sullen, picking at the buffet
wondering where his wife went off to
when they could get out of this party
the room crashing around him
How can I get out of here? he wonders
When can I go home?
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