EYE-CON

I met her one morning at the news-stand

and knew at once that she was meant for me

 

as yet we're only superficially acquainted

her glossy appearance may be nothing to go by

indeed I'm told she lacks depth

 

I can't fathom her

that paradoxical seductive frigidness

not ashamed to show pudenda

or share my pillow

but so composed and reticent

unresponsive to caresses

it's as if she's unaware of my existence

 

I just don't count

it'd be the same for her

if I weren't here at all

 

there's something missing in our relationship

 

I'll have to mount her

frame her

hang her on the wall

 

 

 

 

 

Sex

Lust

Kiss?

Love?

Porno?

Frigid?

More puns

Botticelli Venus

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