Belle of the ball fair,
eyes with an obsidian glare,
skin as snowy white, with a touch of desert flare,
and neither too lean nor too plump,
a smile likened by venus' gleam.
I drown in your seamless glow, brunette and bold, ever a failure to contain my soul,
ever a failure to play out this stoic scene,
lips as red as a fresh sore, two parted a pair but to be one I now dream,
to have you bare and fare even without forevers oath, a sinful thought I bear.

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