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All I can see are her pupils dilating

as she slips out her regular dress.

Her teal lingerie no longer repressed 

from the Sun and shadow's blend

Rays tickle her flesh pink

while she lies across the window sill, 

amongst her flowers and her fruits,

she can't contain her thrills.

I adore watching her grin 

and all her playful performances

- both delicate and graceless

in softened, foggy dances.