reflex brings
the foot
up as the knee
is struck
by a mallet
just softly touched.
not unlike
how a kiss,
just one placed
softly upon
my lips gives rise
to passion.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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