By deevaa (deevaa@paradise.net.nz)
Date: 11 February 2001
My Mona Lisa smile
I creep up behind you and
slide
my fingers lightly,
brushing.
Teasing
across your bottom lip
I can feel your
lips
tingle
under my fingers,
and I smile.
I'm Mona Lisa,
and no-one knows my secret.
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