how often she reads
the poems i never wrote...
ones she knows by heart
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where are you this time
we have loved since earth was young
why can i not find you
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shyly she poses
button pushed and photo made
published uncertainly
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words conceal reveal
straps and gaps that emphasize
like lace lingerie
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old poets and wolves
blending beauty with nature
creatures of shadows
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sometimes i wonder
why the rules and laws on love
when it should be free
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artist and model
fingers painting her pleasure
solo creation
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over her shoulder
a smile so full of promise
offer not refused
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in my younger dreams
it wasn't meant to end this way
bitter and alone
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some might call it sin
odd that they speak so of love
in our chosen ways