His eyes tumble greedily from her lips to her ankles
Pointedly overlooking her eyes and feet
Her eyes that would peer into his darkness
And make him feel like a man
Her feet that would carry her to his side, the warmth of her
Body and heat of her gaze rendering him helpless
Her pale skin, smooth, freckled
Returns her to the mind, she, the commodity
She will refuse to be paraded down the sidewalk
As he says, "Look! I got one!"
No, you didn't
4.28.16
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