She dealt her pretty words like blades
\nto strike
\nthe gut,\u00a0the temple
\nthe tender spot
\nabove the collar bone
\nwith a force
\nthat left you aching
\nfor more.<\/p>\n
She wore her pretty smile\u00a0like pearls
\nsensuously about her neck
\nand dangling from her ears.
\nThere was no knowing
\ntheir smoothness
\nin your own fingers.<\/p>\n
She kept her thoughts on shelves
\nlike porcelain from Spain
\nand glass perfume bottles from Egypt–
\nout of reach–
\nfor you to prove
\nyou\u00a0are adroit enough
\nto feel their weight
\nin your hands
\nand not let them fall.<\/p>\n
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