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The Mind Boudoir

I kept a distance back
beyond frequent book shelves

spying creamy neck
calves legs thighs chest

curves speaking volumes
magnet to my eyes

pulling my attention
easy flicks strands hair

proving a distraction
roan russet dancing looks

charmingly tinted
fond excited casual loathe

poring over tomes
stacked piled consumed

fingers caressing
soft pages hard covers

I glance to frame
wondering what she imagines

and if I may
her mind's boudoir to enter.

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