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| ALTERNATIVE GALLERIES |
| When I am bored, I look at beautiful women, The way one might glance Through a book of art. My eyes slide across firmness Restrained but highlighted By the tightness of fabrics. I admire smoothe lines, Sculpted, disciplined into place. I imagine the touch of Such smoothness. Llike touching poetry. The rhythm of their grace, Leading my eyes into sin. Such women, such illusions To Aphrodite, Are the pauses in my life. |
| By: Abbie Hartung |