She held before her form splay-fingered hands
Inviting me to paint with my mind's eye
Warm shadow-hidden valley that did lie
Below sharp edge where gauzy fleece began
My hand passed o'er silky curve of hip,
Her unassuming smile revealed the thrill
Of calloused manus on the downy skin
We smiled; we lingered, let long moment slip
Demure, she held my savage eyes entranced,
Then, blushing at my blazing face, she danced;
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