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TARQUIN'S LAMENT

Updated: Feb 5

Lucretia was asking for it.

Obviously.

Sleeping soundly,

in her nightgown,

in her marriage bed,

down long corridors ,

behind locked doors,

her chaste scent called to him:

her guest, her husband’s friend.

 

So when he came to her

and she said no,

of course he heard yes.












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