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In my minds-eye I conjure you
as would an enchanter, playing
to a crowd of one.
I will your nakedness to see
your curvatures ebb and flow.
To trace so lightly the shape
and size of you.
And there, within the shadow
of your hips, there, below the
down that entices the vee -
the explosion of your being.
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