I yanked a string too strong
that made the church bells chime
and the fabric unraveled:

And there she stood
just her and nothing more
nothing between my eyes and
her golden skin and
succulent curves
in all their glory
set free from whatever
covered her
and thrown
onto my outstretched hands

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