Dancing on the line

It’s like everyone I meet wants to talk about sex.  We keep to the philosophical.  We talk about the ex with no pussy lips or the house sitter and her boyfriend.  We discuss weird things in the newspaper.  We don’t talk about us.  We don’t say much.

But I can feel myself getting warmer.  My pulse rising…

If I hesitate to write it online, can it be harmless?

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