Crinophily (Rue De La Petite Truanderie) Poem by Anthony Weir

Crinophily (Rue De La Petite Truanderie)



I would like a lover
who looks like my teddybear
who will ask me to do
what I want to do
and travel with me
to the inner and the outer.

As for sex
I have no preference -
but not many women look like my
teddybear,
though I saw a splendidly
hirsute lady in Paris.

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