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it's like i would like

to own your weak knees



or that i could saddle

up the flutter of your heart



and get in a ride of nine seconds

so i can win the romance rodeo



this poem is intended to tame

your wimps that flow

from the evil cross of pleasure

that forms when you put one

thigh over the other



or the kite contest that transpires

when knees are playing algebra

and are tangents of 60 degree angles



i should steal the pucker that dances

in the folds of your lips and breath

life into your kiss

while sliding my my grip past

the waist of your jeans

pilfering two vowels

from your titillation



at the auction of nuance

i am bartering the pleasure of flesh

offering you this



for all it is worth

all that is tender



all

that

you need

to let play out