Return to You put a hand on her hip, she permits it. (poetry)


You
daydream about her, walking toward you
slowly, with a half smile.

You
probably imagine the scent of her perfume
behind her ear, as you kiss her neck.

You
might think about the silk of her blouse,
the lace of her waist band
her impudent hips.

You
likely wonder about all of this.
Night and day.

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