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Poem of a Picture
As my eyes move I see the couple dance,
The same couple who,
From the other side of the room,
Seemed quite, quite still.
But now as I stand and watch them dance,
I see her slow smile as she turns to the camera.
I hear the swoosh of her long skirt moving behind her,
I feel the warmth of his arm around her.
And the shiver of excitement that runs up her spine
And the fantasies that race through his mind.
The quickening pulse and the shallow breath
As he tries and fails not to look at her breasts.
She sees, but merely laughs and ignores it,
Because deep down she really adores it.
Their bodies in tune, twirling the dance.
A soft low moan, a furtive glance.
Her heart races, anticipates the thrill,
But then I look away and they are still.
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