Would you like to
Peel her top off
With a vigorous
Tug of prose?
Her pants are only waiting
For a line of poetry
To slide her zipper
Down and expose
A dirty haiku or
Limerick will be
More than enough
To remove the lace
And frilly stuff
From her hips and
Shoulders alike
You know that she
She wants to be
Bare beneath
The love of your hand
Crafted words that she
Has come to crave
So much
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