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Kristin Winkler Snow
{Abstract Expressions}
Spooning
I tell a stranger
I love spooning
and he nods
with approval
as only a man
who knows
how to
does.
He could be lying
behind me,
his body close
to mine.
I am inclined to
consider this
as I note his
handsomeness.
My, he could be
inside me –
but oh
that’s not
entirely
spooning.
No, spooning is a
mutual choosing
of richness over
risk, lenience over
lust.
For those of us
wanting spooning,
agreement is
a must.
It has been years
I say since
I’ve been held and
he remarks that
he can tell. Well…
Come spooning?
I might just --
yes, I guess
I will.
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