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Why doesn't he touch
my inner thigh?

She watches him
unfolding her some tale,

some family history
that leaves her cold.

His hands fold
against his knees

and he relates,
his eyes not on her

but above her head,
gazing at some yesteryear,

and all she wants
is that human touch,

that skin on skin,
lips to lips,

hand to hand.
She lets out a sigh.

Why he won't touch
my inner thigh?

sometimes words just get in the way, should take a vacation........for the more
prurient communications.......

Indeedy. Thank you.

Dadio, Goes double for me...Such a tasty poem! Yes...yes!

The title was suggested to me, the rest just came( Ok Muse you did most of it). Thank you, Steve.

Seems the muse is the inner thigh.

Lol, you naughty girl. Maybe, Anna.

if he only knew...

(should your 2nd to last line perhaps be, "why won't he touch" ?)

Thank you, mnaz. You are right.