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Blush
my fingers itch to impart
inky lines upon pale pages
for your pleasure
A wanton need fulfilled when
wrapped metaphors shroud me
in mystery
and veiled intentions wear clever disguises
cloaked in lace imagery
I beg prettily to be peeled back
layer by layer
to expose that hidden and secret
inner core
I blush
I need you
only you can undress me
gently pry apart my lines
tenderly palpate stanzas
and oh so lovingly
coax my intentions
to the surface
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