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If You Love
Me
If you love me
Don’t bore me
She said,
I wondered what
She meant
As I read
Kindness, compassion,
A bit of kinkiness,
Respect, honesty,
She didn’t appear to be
The peel me a grape kind,
This sexy woman
With the brilliant mind,
I suppose one could
Speculate until the cows
Come home as they say,
But why chew up
The days when one
Knows that beauty
And brains don’t erase
The enigma
That is woman.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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