If I close my eyes,
I see her now
as I saw her then,
hand covering the erotic parts
as she stared into
the camera,
the silver ring glittering on her thumb,
distracting my
attention away
from what she hides,
the promise glittering in her eyes
if only, if I could,
I would,
just when, I can’t
say then,
though now all this time later,
I know never,
feeling where her hand rests
as vividly as I did,
each inch of flesh
a treasure I keep
locked up in my head,
each slight movement,
an ecstasy I will never feel,
only imagine,
deep in my heart
as well as my head
magic spells
that encompass me.
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