I still see you
Wearing
That Dick Tracy hat,
Tilted down
Over one of your
Mysterious eyes,
Framing your face
As you pose for the picture,
Sent to me
Via text,
Though even then
I could never forget,
Your blouse parted
Just enough to reveal
The swell of your breast,
A tease I know down deep
You fully intended,
Your eyes
Including the one under
The tilt of hat
Glinting devilishly
A minx
A playful kitten
Whose expression
Promised to scratch me
If I go too far,
As I aways want to,
Aching to get scratched,
Even now
Even after having not seen you,
Just that photo
That hat,
The devious stare,
Telling me
Once
Anything was possible.
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