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I love the body clean,
Forms provided,
Suspended as an emotion
Distended almost levitating
The strength and weakness
As the torso, begging caresses
The hidden face to something or
But that leaves no voice
At the corner of my imagination
Me lonely troubadour
From a hushed but not insured
I just admire and enjoy in silence
From a hushed but not insured
Shhh! especially do not bother ........