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The Curve of Her Neck
I like the curve of her neck
And her lightly tanned shoulders
I’m not interested in the drinks I’ve bought
Well, not as much as the way she has crossed her legs.
I like the way her mouth moves
Though I’m not interested in the words
Another part of me answers
And nods my head in agreement of something
Although inside
Inside my head
I rather like the curve of her neck.
...Saturday 4th March 2023 3:02 pm
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