my kind of poetry

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darling,
just watching you was poetry.
the way your eyes change,
your hands glide,
and your feet stumble so gracefully.
the way you would grab at my clothes,
move your body to mine,
and kiss my lips ever so gently.
darling,
you are my kind of poetry.

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