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Kinkiness
I wondered as she
Backpedalled away
From her wild side,
If there wasn’t a touch
Of kinkiness in everyone,
Isn’t it the sum total
Of the kinky parts
That makes the whole
So intriguing,
Isn’t that the
Beauty of love,
Being able to accept
What some might
Call warts and wrinkles,
To sense through
To the core,
To the soul
That matters.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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