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Autoerotica?

Autoerotica

This the hands knows:
it cannot speak.
What the nose suspects,
it does not seek.
When the eyes demure,
there comes a cure.
For as lips sigh
then so shall I.
What the hand beholds
must not be told.

© Kåre Enga [164.123] 07-06-27

This was in response to Gallinago's comment in someone's blog about auto-erotica.

IMAGES:

A robin lands on a branch. Showers for the grass below.

THOUGHTS:

I see no reason why I should offend the morning with my presence. After-all, what has the new day done to deserve me?

We think differently: Women may suffer the real depression of post partum. Men delight in the freedom of post potty training.

For some life is like popping pills in coated form, flavorless sizes, shapes and colors swallowed without a thought. Unable to perform this feat, I chew each one by one; the bitterness lingers.

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