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Body Worship
with Shawn Liquia

Bare-bellied
in the bedroom.
Perhaps coming from
the bath.
You look like every invitation
to every party I
dreamed of -
but never came.

I salute the sensibility
of your stomach,
and pledge allegiance to it,
as my only flag.

As I slide my mischievous
tongue,
deep into -
your belly button,
I bask in the notion that
I'm not worthy
of kissing your lips
like this.

And so I take,
what I can get.

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