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Avert your eyes please, I am naked.
Didn't know what to wear,
which body stance to assume,
when I chanced to come here.
Thank you, you may look now.
Casually dressed, in a nonchalant sort of way,
an affectation of refined boredom -
fear is the mind killer.
Notice, I choose my words well,
pick and choose them from the Tower of Song,
put on a mask from the ancient gallery
(and walked on down the hall).
If you get my drift. Would not be the end.
There are words to probe and seduce,
to mask, unmask and probe;
what I can guess or deduce.
Above all, mark my silences -
as I poke and probe, sniff and interrogate;
ever watchful for your response
as you too watch and investigate.
It is not a matter of gender or age,
it is all about harmonics;
about opening a new page, assessing
synchronicity of vibration and energy.
It's about deciphering and deciding
on that which we can agree, or agree to disagree;
it's about the exchange of thought and opinion,
that diminishes neither; so important to remain free,
leaving each other's carefully crafted persona intact:
not an emotional dance of the seven veils
hey, it's all about respect
and all that entails.
Is that the time, I must fly.
Thank you for your time and sharing what you have.
"My name?", you could - if you wish -
call me "Friend"
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