Annona
lays in bed
her husband
old Marcus
has gone off
having had
his breakfast
to meet friends
in the town
she wishes
he was off
on one of
Caesar's wars
not with her
in her bed
with his rough
love making
her slave girl
Amy comes
(such beauty
how the gods
could give such)
and attends
to her needs
helps her bath
brushes hair
dresses her
all the time
that's she near
Annona
just wants her
in her bed
huddled close
making love
soft touches
lips on skin
but Marcus
may return
and spoil it
so she sits
and feels her
sweet slave girl's
hands touch her
in dressing
and doing her
fine black hair
being there.
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