A Triptych: Part II | Poems that Suck

 Curvy," he said
            as he ran his thumbnail 
                  along the contour of
                                   my hip.
 "I am," I said
           defensively, maybe
                even a little too
                         loudly.
 "It's lovely.
          Lovely," 
                  he sighed.

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