Thursday, December 4, 2025

 Vicarious Seduction



The touch of bus conductor’s hand as he passes the ticket,


A brush of shoulders in a crowded lift,


A seat warm from the previous occupant,


Tape measure across her breasts in Marks and Spencers


The caress of water as she moves through the pool


The priest’s finger on her lip at the communion rail


Her own hands in the shower.
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