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i kiss your forehead

as you arch forward

in the heat of

hip to hip combat



if ever there is a reason

to be fitter than the

i am



or to stretch and flex

it is the very arch

of your torso



as your forehead

leans forward

there is the beauty

of petite peeks



and the little stabs

of pleasure at the tips



but the aesthetics

of your external delight

owes much of its sanctity

to the narcotic of

your munkey puss

that gently holds me

and dangles me over the arch

of your mid-life glamour



and i can only kiss your

forehead and whisper

silly phrases that are never

able to express the jumble

of satisfaction