in front of me.
the blouse, the dress,
what lies beneath.
she takes her hair down.
in her bare feet
she stands there in the slender
light of night.
the street lamp
through the shades.
she's unashamed,
she's quiet.
she's been here before,
you wonder,
am i one of many.
or chosen.
will this night lead to others.
or in the morning
will
we part as just another
lover found
around some bend.
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