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Her voice, her walk, her gaze,
her whole way of being for chrissake,
is wrapped in velvet.
Every movement, every word,
soft and rich.
So alluring is her presence
that you almost can’t stop yourself
from reaching out to touch it.
How do you touch someone’s presence?
The physics of it aren’t clear,
but if you were to accomplish it,
you would come into contact
with the texture of grace
and it would be all you could do
to not sink your soft body
into her depths and roll around.
It would be embarrassing, of course.
You would do it anyway.
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