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Facebook_1574689993349by Yael Morad07 Dec 2019

People stare at me all the time
I'm a bit rough on the edges, but
he doesn't seem to mind
Oh, how much I yearn to those precious minutes in a day
There he comes
I can hear his steps,
Smell his odor
Listen to his music
The same tune again and again
He is near
People always stare at me
He doesn't. Gently gently,
His hand is raised towards me
His touch flutters over me
The excitement surges in me
our intimacy time together
once a day
I'm his
and he's mine
I can see them getting closer
Our time together is over
People stare at me all the time
Sincerely yours,
The Mona Lisa