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Sep 2015
Lips trace flowing contours
delicate as scrimshaw on a tusk.
Fingertips trail flesh,
tattoos etched of lust.
Canvas bodies shudder
beneath artists' brush.
Lovers pulse flourish;
calligraphy
with each push and stroke and flush.
grumpy thumb
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