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Bob Wayne

poet, writer, memoirist


A Touch of Bob

by | May 19, 2023 | Poetry | 0 comments


Rustle of sheets…
Murmur of hearts…
Thrum of city…
Absolution of night.

Soft skin, hard hands.
Dog growls thrice…
Horn blares thrice…
I confess my love thrice.
She laughs,
and flicks her hair.



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