It's that black number
In a tight seamless
and wordless conversation
with her body that does it
I can listen all day
as they explore the virtues
of thick curves
"hug me" hips
and "thank me later" thighs
Oh! when night comes
having heard all I can
I wish to quiet the one
and silently explore the other
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