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Out in the late spring sun,
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Soothed by a second sea breeze,
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Watching the sweat beginning
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To bead on your abdomen,
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Chestnut hued and darkening.
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.
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Thinking of former lovers
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Wondering why new ones
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Never seem to equate.
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.
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Will you ever get
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To share that intensity again,
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While you still love how you look,
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Out in the late spring sun?
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.
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How strange…
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A swooning solitude so near solstice.
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Darkening alone.
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.
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Are the suns eyes blinded by their
own light?
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How much they must miss.
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Lucky "man moon" basking.
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Looking down.
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.
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You bask too.
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.
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Oh…
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There, a first rolling droplet,
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Another transparent silvery lover.
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Unraveling, leaving a mindless
liquid path.
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Traversing ribs,
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Tickling then silently crashing
to the deck
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.
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(Failing in its task of cooling
you down).
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.
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The light is heat now, baking dark
fabric
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Hot to the touch, in and out.
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Hot to the touch but good to touch!
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This heat contradicts.
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Squeeze the lotion to just beneath
elastic
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Pressing and containing.
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.
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The light is warmth now
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Why is it again that you are alone?
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The top, take the top
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Better, that feels….
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Who's to know anyway, who cares?
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.
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Lotion and pleasure applied.
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More sweat blossoms everywhere
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Somewhere another kind of sweat.
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Who's to care?
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.No
one to know
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.No
one to caress but yourself.
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The heat, the sweat and wet are
one.
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And you are too
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Who's to know or care... or see?
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But…
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Some one is watching!
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