strands of synchronization

she was French American
or
American French;
either way, she spoke both languages.

she was a synchronized swimmer.
she was a French Playboy model.
she was a first-class spinner,
fitted with a spectacular throttle.

i was enamored; giddy; anxious; 99% blinded.
her touch calmed my chronic muscle spasms,
while simultaneously causing a different spasm.
splash…double take…triple take…rubbing my eyes.

yup, she was French alright…
i just couldn’t take those hairy armpits.
damn the 1%!

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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