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                                                            how like
                                                             night
                                                              does the
                                                               intense
                                                                wiggle
                                                                 of your
                                                                  hips
                                                                   enamor
                                                                    me
                                                                     sweet
                                                                      and steeply
                                                                       leaning 'gainst
                                                                        your stomach
                                                                         they're some
                                                                          violently perched
                                                                           ***
                                                                            ontop
                                                                             of your
                                                                              thighs
                                                                               like razors
                                                                                keen
                                                                                 and pretty