ABELA'S SIGHS 1972.

Abela sees nothing in Renoir's kind of art she prefers Constable or Rembrandt so she says as we lie in the bed after sex cooling down we smoking cigarettes a slight breeze in the air a window half open moon and stars visible those women at the bar she utters with those hairy men how could they? could they what? fancy them like sleeping with an ape we each have our own taste I tell her I couldn't not with them she tells me I'm glad she fancies me and my beard as I kiss between thighs listening as I do to her moans and her sighs.

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