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Scheherazade Oct 2012
Passion runs through her
It's infused in her blood
Rushes into her heart
& comes out as love
Scheherazade Oct 2012
Her body is poetry and her curves are the words.
Her eyes are the hook and her lips, a cryptic verse.
As much as she pours out, there's not much you'll really know.
There's memories she hides, and even more that she won't let go.
She's simple at its best, yet chaotic at her worst.
She'll catch you with her hook, and leave you with her verse.

— The End —