if you were naked
i would rush to cover you
with my words and hands
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once i loved the moon
much more than any other
till you claimed my sky
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naked thoughts arouse
much more than naked body
undressing her mind
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his words images
lascivious lingerie
revealing her mind
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you're letting me watch
sacred ritual you do
rite and incantation
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though so sweet and gentle
poems of passion you like
are secrets revealed
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good loving woman
maybe if she had the chance
might love a poet
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some beautiful things
are the old and the damaged
shaped by their ages
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from fluted orchid
love's warm nectar spilling forth
her lover's reward
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so desirable
proud of all the joy you spread
all the love you shared
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beyond the surface
she feels herself touched deeply
words insubstantial
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i'm thinking of you
won't do you much good but i care
wish things were better
you know who you are
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i'm not crass or crude,
But, I love you in the nude,
Yet, I love other ways you know
Dressed up like an Eskimo.
Despite my proclivity
To civil incivility,
Preferring your gown to fall,
When I love I love you all,
Be not afraid to bare your skin
Or to hide from toes to chin,
No matter how you dress what you do,
I'm completely mad for you.
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into poetry
all this love long trapped inside
nowhere else to go
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read like you love me
momentary intimacy
as my words touch you
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you are a woman
philosopher and poet
loved by a blind man
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yes on fire for you
woman unattainable
loved in my poems
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too old or too young
perhaps too white or too black
all but lovers say