I was in the mood for;
That evening.
I wanted to be in a motel room,
Where I had just finished the first sexual act;
Lightning a cigarette;
Seeing the smoke.
And myself naked in the mirrors;
Waiting for the next one;
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Sexual indeed even in metaphor
Thank you.
You are most welcome
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