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Nov 2016
He would never know
that when he crosses his arms
and arches his back,
his shirt rides up
and those two inches of skin
between the bottom of his shirt
and the top of his jeans
is the place where my heart races
and my voices leaves me
and I become breathless.
E Copeland
Written by
E Copeland  Denton, Tx
(Denton, Tx)   
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