This is How Much You Want Her

The pale taut stomach peeks from beneath her blouse
This is how much you want her
Red lips grazing your cheek in farewell and you must stop
yourself from turning to meet her, catching her mouth
full in yours
Noticing how she swallows her beer, so easily
like she invented this game
And the tickle of her hair which falls softly
to the small of her back
And her warm breath in your ear
This is how much you want her

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