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Flirtation

by Claude McKay, 1922

Upon thy purple mat thy body bare
  Is fine and limber like a tender tree.
The motion of thy supple form is rare,
  Like a lithe panther lolling languidly,
Toying and turning slowly in her lair.
  Oh, I would never ask for more of thee,
Thou art so clean in passion and so fair.
  Enough! if thou wilt ask no more of me!

Published in Harlem Shadows
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