Foxtrot Poem by Lev Brekhman

Foxtrot



A slightest tinge of shame
Must be preserved in sex.
For souls can't be tame,
If bodies quickly flex.
Entanglement of the limbs
Serves an excuse for... what?
Heart rates so quickly climb,
In-outing foxtrot.

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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