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|Love in the Library|
By Kirby Wright
Knee to ground, she begins
the innocent search
through the Dewey Decimals.
Her tan hands bruise me
without touching. Black jeans
say "Guess" in a triangular patch.
Is that foreplay for "yes?"
She stands full of glances.
She dark eyes me, lips parting,
body angling hourglass.
Her hips beg for wonder
as she saws me in half, quietly.
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