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The shower curtain
The flower’s image before me
stares
So overwhelmed by the splendor,
my fingers become;
agitated
restless
frantic,
and what spills;
sears mine slip
Stunning sky blue decorate
the sylphs eyes,
clustered blond tresses ornament
her soft Caucasian flesh
to her hips
leading this soul’s gaze to those,
naked distended lips
The poet pining for this;
petite nubile miss
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