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How a Poet Makes Love
Lightly nibbling ear lobes in the shadow of your hair.
Holding hands in public without a single care.
Blowing in your ear and nibbling on your neck.
Gently probing fingers going up your back.
Softly touching lips and whispering while you breathe.
Taking little bites on a finger in your teeth.
Bumping with your hips as you swivel with the dance.
Giggling with the thought as you strive for more romance.
Rubbing on the feet and then firmly grabbing toes.
Tracing out an arc on a body in its throes.
Waiting for a climax, then more and even then,
You'll find I did it all with my ball point pen.
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How a Poet Makes Love
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