She waves
And not a hand
Has she raised,
With golden trestles
Spiraling down
Rapunzel's staircase
To the heavens,
Her sparkling smile
A sun breaking
Through the sky,
An entanglement of beauty
In every flicker of her eyes,
Goldilocks's perfection
In a vessel of curves,
Divine; sublime
Supple; sweetly
Dripping smoldering
Sensual alchemy,
She scorches
With a touch,
She sizzles
With a breath,
And with her gaze
To ashes you will burn...

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