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Her eyes shone halogen headlight bright,
Her handmade hips hugged denim mass-produced,
Her halter-top topped her top drawn tight
As a hangman's heft-hanged noose.I wanted her for my plaything.
I craved those curling toes, composing whispers
Fathers fear for daughters' ears
Which mothers take from faithless fathers.I longed her eyes to hold me
Grappled like a cheating hunter's gaze—
Target marked and fingers ready,
Red lips pursed for burst heart spotlit spray.And I was ready too—
Ready for buttons, zippers, ties, and clasps—
Arched-backed moans and end-stopped gasps.
But never through.Her cleavage balance heartbeat throb disrupted,
Now alight by thighs reflecting moonlight twice reflecting,
And then her face—but O that face—
My eyes are blinded by the light!