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Jul 2015
we gone make love in that museum you wanted to go to
hang them legs up like art on the wall
stroke and stroke, until your water colors fall

i wanna blow on your skin until the paint dries
i wanna frame myself in your eyes
put you on display for the world to view..

..admire and critique
have them speechless with your physique
and those eyes, girl those eyes...
a poem to myself, from my ideal lover
Suhani Maui
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Suhani Maui  A place called Nostalgia
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