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Bathhouse Lovers
too many to love
expendable lovers
passing one another
barely clothed ambition
for all to touch.
cruising along draped in a towel
making love the only way I know how
pretending to love them
as they pretend to love me
one inside me as I cum inside them
no one cares about the unopened condom
lovers taking turns
trading places,
fleeting passion delivered in a kiss
lovers-in-waiting watching,
hoping for the same unavailing flame
and I think to myself,
just too many to love.
