SOUPIR ANCIÈN

 

Lord, preserve the hem

Above the knees.

Below the thighs,

 

Their back view allows

That each such structure easily

Defeats wealth, undoes

 

The gaze. It doesn’t take

Enormous eyes,

Just an upright pair

 

Of knees de derrière.

Tendons arouse

Such tenderness in me.

 

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