Moonlit Velveteen
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Mark Heathcote
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Her body was like a coffee pot
tepid yet just enough caffeine
to keep me from sleeping,
or turning - irritably mean.
We'd-tussle over the cream
she was never one to pour
but all that changed and more.
Taking sips, moonlit velveteen.
'Do you know what I mean? '
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