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Steak and Satin (Free verse) by Dovina

Tiny pearl earrings, delicate and black, concealed in flowing hair. Dainty ankle bracelet, almost hidden in lacy folds of broomstick skirt. Moving curls, tickling shoulders, induce seductive smile. I slip a shoe, slide a foot on side-calf soft, slither a hand to sense neat shape of knee. My little secrets. Sitting straight and proud, wearing nipples as jewelry, sensual, alone, with maybe a watching eye.

INTRANSIT 4-Nov-05/6:31 PM
Solly Cholly. My mother is not alive. Nor was she Norwegian. The only time I've done chin-ups, was when I kissed pavement with my chin at Concrete Curl skatepark in Aurora Co. Mid, Erm, 70's?

And I haven't had anything to post lately, can I have a shin kick on credit?




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