Terry Dammery

You are You are You are

When others ask after you

I tell them how you’re fine

how you’re into crowded house

The car that you drive

And how you still hate your job

When what I really want to say is

How in summer

Your dress swings with your hips

How in your bed

You wear chanel to light the dark

How before

Passion puckers your breasts

How afterwards

Your cheeks are flushed like fever

And I want to tell them too

How you’re such a beautiful fuck

And how you’re fucking beautiful

Especially when you’ve just been fucked


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