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Her fur was golden brown
And soft and supple as your hand
She had the benefit of being
The better half of man
The ball was green as grass
And lively as the band
It bounced like a persona –
On demand
It was the perfect shape –
As agile as she
It fitted in my hand like
When you came to me
Jumping, prancing, dancing
Atop the knoll between the seas
No athlete could beat her
In my company
Reaching out, I felt your touch
As soft and supple as her fur
And feeling more than satisfied
I fell in with and concurred
One peered over the doona
She saw, but didn’t understand
The sweetest touch of woman –
And of man
Residence be taken up –
A place that he deserved
Inside of her – my favourite place
From which I wouldn’t stir
Published by Owen Tilley
Written by Owen Tilley
5 years ago 
