This Exotic Thing

I was become with the shape of it,

that familiar form.

That thought provoking,

beautiful, mysterious thing.

I had seen her in my dreams,

hips like goodness filled with

cocoa and nuts, and delicate

lines, yet strong and powerful.

Hips that can move mountains,

break a man in two.

Give birth to us,

and keep on being ever so


I was become with the shape of it.

This exotic, yet familiar thing.

Unforgiving and in love,

I was taken.

She was to be mine and

I was to be to mutually,


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