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Simon Nomis |
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Joseph Brodsky |
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Dylan Thomas |
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| Simon Nomis |
By now the saddle holds both of her feet in. Of course,
A knee's seductive curve can still confuse the source
Of such pleasure-- which just makes matters worse.
Her arms fly akimbo, her legs bow round the horse
Whose rushing hoofs and flaring nostrils curse
His rider's treasure, bless his owner's purse. |
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