Love Poem: Mistaken Identity
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Written by: David Brown

Mistaken Identity

Your hands are under my shirt,
running through the hair on my chest,
making my muscles tense as you touch 
and tease my still firm body 

You said it was like Michaelangelo's 
one evening, when we lay together 
with your hands under my shirt,
'mmm, like Michaelangelo', you said

'But that's a different David, my love'
I said and you smiled, and then 
we laughed, as we lay together
with your hands under my shirt