Poem The sexual memory of which I was drenched during that season in Brooklyn, whenever I forlornly unloosed the flood gates, was of uneasy darkness, sweat, reproving murmurs, bands and sinews of obdurate elastic, lacerating little hooks and snaps, whispered prohibitions, straining erections, stuck zippers and a warm miasmal odour of secretions from inflamed and obstructed glands. Odour and Sex Posted by: n\a | Rating: 0.00 0 Give your vote +5 Post Comment: Your name: Your Email: Comments :

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