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POETRY
BY JIM PETITON
LOVE
POEM
my eyes are dolls
eyes and he loves to look into them.
I see so in his.
my lips are warm
and tender to the kiss.
his are silent
with longing.
my hands are
delicate and he wants to hold them.
at times I see his
shake.
my legs gently
taper from my thighs to my ankles, and he longs to caress them. he dreams
so in his dreams. I know this from my own.
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