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Poem: Oops


Head bowed,
staring just over
my left shoulder,
she is a lioness.
Ice melting
at the bottom of her glass
leaning in on the table, ready to speak
breasts heaving
fantastic erotic sparks flying
steamy sunbursts of sex and energy
leaning further in, I shudder
then she bonks her head
on the mountain of silence between us.

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