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The Real You
Do I see the real you ;
You're dessed to the nines,
Do your clothes give a clue
What the cloth confines.
Underneath your fine clothing
Are you; as your shape invokes
As sexy as I am hoping
Or is it all a hoax.
I can imagine what I'll see
A body curvy but neat;
Pert breasts to hold with glee,
Legs shapely to your feet.
But does it matter what I'll find
When I see you nude.
I know you are bright and kind
My love is not subdued.
Published 29th Nov 2017
| Edited 21st Mar 2018
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18th Mar 2018 11:47am
Should the last line not read: "My love is NOT subdued"? (I'm sure it is, if I get the sense the poet is saying he is not going to be deterred by whatever he gets to see.)
