The Centerfold
Look and behold
the Centerfold
I am not telling lies
when I say that my eyes
witnessed the personification
of my wildest imagination.
Truth be told
Cupid had me in a chokehold
for I was at a loss for words
as I heard the songs of summer birds
passing by
in the clear blue sky.
Now whenever I unfold
my prime Centerfold
I smile
for a while
as I reminisce about that first time.
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