Here I am for you,
fooled I,
waiting for his lips.
He sipped my legs
as he tipped me back
and I slipped through his
neck, to his head.
How smug, his smile, while the while,
I drew through the pulleys
that maintained his brain
so he would follow wher-
ever I'd go.
He followed.
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