He wheedled a photo of her,
He hopes it isn’t a-blur…
It’s in processing–
Is he possessing,
A little too much of her?
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The thought came innocently,
Next was to help her agree…
His motive questioned
‘Twas his suggestion,
If she didn’t want it she was free.
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He offered to go away,
She finally said, “okay”…
The photo he takes
Despite his hand shakes,
Did he really weedle his way?
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I could send a copy, said he,
If it is satisfactorily…
Focused and clear
Of his friend dear,
With her sitting naturally!
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One part of him preferred full-length,
But negotiated from strength…
At her desk
There was less risk
Of photographer’s losing restraint!
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Will it be cherished,
Or has innocence perished…
Soon he’ll know
Where it will go,
So no one is embarrassed!
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–J. E. Caswell