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She Never Changes
by Ron Diggs
(12/17/08)
She never changes, always entices,
this pen-and-ink woman by the light switch
in my bedroom. First thing, when I get up
morning or evening, she tantalizes
me, her eyes knowing, with a simple hitch
of a strip of cloth to reveal her tits
and I am malleable as a pup.
As I stand ogling her, my dick rises
as if I could use it to ream her ditch
and she were a live woman I could cup
my hands over instead of having fits
rasping my hardon against a wrung sheet.
As her image, that I myself drew, sits
behind closed eyes, I beat my own raw meat.
©2008 by Ron Diggs
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Ron Diggs wrote a series of sonnets reacting to a group of photos on the Internet. He copied the photos in drawings; this is his poem about one of those drawings.
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