Mistaken Identity
Your hands are under my shirt,
running through the hair on my chest,
making my muscles tense as you touch
and tease my still firm body
You said it was like Michaelangelo's
one evening, when we lay together
with your hands under my shirt,
'mmm, like Michaelangelo', you said
'But that's a different David, my love'
I said and you smiled, and then
we laughed, as we lay together
with your hands under my shirt
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