So often the poet extolls the embrace,
But hers mostly makes me think of
losing weight,
An intimate embrace–I must not get a
bone,
and how to time when we release?
Her head on my shoulder–can she smell
my clothes?
I really should have brushed my teeth.
Her embrace confounds my senses.
Her embrace leaves me quite insensible,
Unsure if I'm in love, or just
insecure.
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