Doing laps at the Y swimming, swimming toward you, half-naked into cool water I dive and strike
out for the other side till I touch the wall, turn, doing laps at the Y swimming, swimming toward you.
Either this or your sighs on that rare afternoon round and round in my rooms where we kiss. Here I cry
doing laps at the Y swimming, swimming toward you. Down under I reach to stroke your open thighs;
with each breath I'm denied I taste a virtue loosed, doing laps at the Y swimming, swimming toward you.
Best Man
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