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Lost In Her Mind
I would get lost
In her mind at times,
Wander for days
In the twisting
Corridors
Of neatly closed
Doors and drawers,
Always aware
That there were
Places she didn’t
Want to show,
Things I didn’t
Want to know,
And some would ask
Why does a guy
Get lost
In
a beauty’s mind
When there are erotic
Places to play,
The response always is
In those spaces
I’m never lost,
But in her mind
I lose my way.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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