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Chipped coffee mugs
On unmatched saucers
I remember
Clean white shoulders
I can smell the
Thick aroma
Sweaty skin
On leather sofa
Cold and still
Inhuman posture
Perfect thoughts
Avoided capture
I forgot
The unasked question
I felt the beach
Massage the ocean
The quantities
I never measured
Nonexistent
Simple pleasures.

Antique bathtubs
Filled with water
Graceful movement
Someone's daughter
Old blue jeans
Wearing sandals
Adrenalin
Could be fatal
Open screen doors
Led to lectures
An ice cold drink
Moonlit pastures
The only thing
I never mentioned
I felt the world
Writhe in passion
The valuables
I never treasured
Nonexistent
Simple
Pleasures.