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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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