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I like the way "your little lady"
Rolls lightly off my tongue

Leaving a little of her taste behind
When you are eventually done

I like the way you address me with care
Taking just a little taste when I come

(urgent latitudes)

I like the way you try to get us alone
So you don't have to behave for the crowd

You're anxiously tugging my shirt sleeve
Now trying to get me down

I like the way sometimes out of sight
Is just enough but you're loud

(strident longitudes)

I like the way your buttons feel
Slipping between my fingers

The tip you get out to tingle in the sun
The taste of you always lingers

I like the way you tilt your head back
And shake the wind pulling your triggers

(heightened altitudes)

I like the way "your little lady"
Rolls lightly off my tongue

4/17/25

© Huw Powell
printed 30 April 2025

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