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- Grasping you in my hands with a lone tear,
- I gently stroke your lace with a finger,
- Your perfect blue bandings always endear.
- With a breath, I raise you, βtops my thinker,
- And finally bring you down upon me.
- Confidently, with pizazz, no doubts here.
- The sibling piece below brings no such glee,
- Who I don daily as any such gear.
- Soft pima cotton gently hugs my head,
- Pressing my hair upon my scalp with love.
- βTis a kind of pleasure best left unsaid.
- Suffice to say, Iβm no innocent dove.
- It is this pair resting atop my mind,
- Which stirs something else, otherwise confined.
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