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Strange girl writes tonight
Full of early morning flight
Go into room to see
Bit of all ecstasy
Arising striving
Surmising actualizing
What there is to do
Without you
Methinks she knows
Way it goes
From mind to hand
To understand
Maybe woman needs
Maybe man heeds
What is good
Hard wood
Spindle of nerves
Curving that curves
Around her will
Way he could feel
Possibly now
There somehow
To send in mind
Part of divine
Of sex
Only to protect
That she woman
Thinking  you coming
Here  few minutes ago
Write so you will know
Big as your little fingers
Still there tingling lingers
All for you
Mostly true
Inspired again
To pretend
It's all okay
For a girl to have her way.


11/12/2009 0156 cj






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