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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Old Poetry from DMV

How Does One Explain

Sparks tickle

Cold flesh

Grows warm

Your gaze travels



Begins eye to eye

Silent communication

Your devotion

Before you move on

To fleshier pasture



A gaze suckles

Pert nipples

And then brushes

Against my thigh



Passion explodes

Humidity

Without contact



Your gaze penetrates

Hot skin

Bone and blood and fat

Gives strength

To a beating heart

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