Them Fucking Eels

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There come unbidden moments when
he would still like to writhe and merge,
wrapped up in a woman’s arms and legs,
fucking like undulating eels,
a tangled mess of primitive passion,
spending itself with no thought of death.
But only moments, and then they pass.


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