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I glimpsed the cup of the bra

of “the Hainford one”

through the gap between fastened buttons

of her patterned blouse

and was beset with desire

older, local, heavy, habitual

and prior to which I had scarcely noted

but since the cup and its contents

half full if not overflowing

I could think of little else

the cycle path beside the flyover

could be the site of our doings

she as bushy as a brute

and incapable of silence

chattering pleasantries even as

we went for anal

hot sun on our patches

her oleaginous rectal discharge

the tears of the soon to be shredded

wrung like the mucal exudate

from a raw welt

knotted like mammals behind buddleia

inches from pedestrians

cock pushed out with

every glottal stop

I’d hold the shape right

guide it through the territory

the angle of incidence

weak from the grip

render myself vertical

with a hold on the mighty tit

that bobs like a buoy

marking the limits of the channels of our will

with each of my deep sea drills

my excavations

rancid pubes marinated in anal run off

balls drenched in the sauce of her cunt

slapped into unfilled void

like swift applause

for my fanatic approach.