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I wish I had his eyes
sparkling appreciative
as they absorb my form

happier to be his gaze
dripping like syrup
over my skin

tickling fancifully
across my flesh
with hungry lashes

I long to see me
within his gracious
perception of perfection

instead of squirming
under the fault-finding scrutiny
of the jaded panes to this imperfect soul

 

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