Rosa Luxembourg? Girls with steel-rimmed glasses, orthopaedic stockings and a pragmatic, anti-bourgeois attitude to fukking?

Rosa, did you ever lie
languid, small pearls of sweat
runneling between breasts
on warm spring days.

Corset loosened, soft cotton shift
blowing, longing longing
the way a young girl does
for that face, those hands

Those hands that will know
what to do, where to go
what to part? That tongue
slick with saliva, seeking. . .

Did you Rosa, did you?