Through the lens.

Through the lens.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While the heart
is dressed
for the occasion
lust undresses,
where the eyes
of the mind
play their part.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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oh those dirty little, plotting minds...ha ha.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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