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Lesbian Poetry

By Beth Grilliot

I've never considered myself a fierce lover.

Now I sit at the right hand of rage.
There's something about you

that arouses a violence in me.
Those milk-fed curves

make me feel like a school boy.
Nervous and panting,

Drunk at the sight of you.

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