By deevaa (deevaa@paradise.net.nz)
Date: 30 September 2000
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I wonder when offered all that is me
if my voice might have
the same effect upon your soul
or if, when given the distraction
of these tiny hands moving as we speak
stroking your lower back,
or thigh --
or when you are able to watch
the way my lips tilt,
and stretch as I smile --
or perhaps
when you first notice
the way my eyes sparkle
when I giggle,
and then slowly change
from deep silver grey
to bright wanton green with desire
if my voice will even play
second fiddle to your dancing heart.
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