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By Liz Date: 2002 Jun 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.16.08.21.4162]] |
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I see you watch me your sunglasses may hide the fire in your eyes but the hard line of your mouth has melted into a soft, warm pout and when I move down the beach past you, you shift your chair in my direction. Wacthing the sunset, you tell him, but I sense that if I moved east you'd follow my rise. What I don't know is if you are taken by my spirit, the wild, wanton streak in me, or are you captivated by my body, the small, tight curve of my waist, the overflowing hourglass, the shifting of my round ass beneath my too short shorts. Either way, I am enchanted by the effect I have on you, and this secret is safe with me. |