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    I see the look in your eyes as you try to divert your attention. Hiding your intention because there’s fear of my response. But I know what you want. I see it in the way your eyes roam over the shape of my body and in the longing way you caress the palm of my hand. I understand. I know how you’d love to run your fingers along the length of my thighs. Your eyes give it away. Maybe I want to trace the length of you too.

    - Terri Pietersen