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LOVE SIGNS
LOVE SIGNS
The husband sat beside his wife
That woman-- passion of my life
Her eyes were lowered but their shine
Betrayed her mind saw us entwined
She took a pen in her white hands
Caressed the length, across black bands
Brought the tip near to her lips
Her tongue flicked out --the pinkest whip
And I, a pen from briefcase took
Swiftly bit it--her legs shook
And so across the room we loved
But never from his side she moved.
A pen, so small, a simple thing
became accomplice of our fling
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