Mrs White Ace
Mrs White Ace
Jan 9, 2012

A most pleasing word indeed,
Rhombus.

I often slip into dark places
and craft myself a naughty example,
a perfect model and gaze, lost,  into its eyes.
I dream of it and I, together in bed,
years after our first encounter,
wandering, care free about euphoria.
Our noses, so close the small hairs
upon them dance with, kiss and
caress eachother.
Deep, unbelieveable love and lust.

Pleasing only to the eye, mind.
Rhombus' are boring.
And to say 'Rhombus' aloud is
neither charming nor funny, even
in a French accent. However,
I always have been shallow.
And ugly.

 
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