Poem: Under the Stars and the Full Moon by Mark Tulin

For Jose, there was no woman

except for the one he slept with.

The one someone had to inflate

with a hand pump and muscle.

There was no one like her,

an hourglass figure,

a voluptuous movie starlet,

beautiful, realistic, and plastic.

They worked well in the night

with his mangled body

and her, no breathing nor movement too.

He wished that one day

his body would come alive,

hers would enliven. too.

So they could embrace and make love

with the window shades wide open

under the stars and full moon.

©️MFT

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