Two But One
nothing tawdry about
her body in a
Picasso way but
a must see gallery
picture framed
her frame has
a name in every
language spoken yet
words can't
ever tell how
her rose
is a rose
is a rose
arousal
my bawdy
laugh is longer
then a giraffe's neck
seeming to be being
disrespectful
but truly
meaning the joy of
the flesh
only to do
a duel with
your loca laugh
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