Only later would he think
"Those knickers need to go"
because just now
they were perfect
in their invitation
to step outside the moment
he had existed in,
the bleak, cold winter night,
perfect in their invitation
to dream and imagine,
to be lustful and romantic
and horny, possibilities
expanding in vivid visions
in his mind as he gazed.
02.02.2026
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