Like, a work of art
a real genius created,
you are to be counted
special, courted ardently
to be won over,appreciated,
treated with a reverence.
You have class,
more like a sculpture
of Henry Moore
or 'Blue Poles'
of Jackson *******
at the least semi abstract
before flabbergasted eyes
that fumble for familiar signals.
None would read you right
except those with an extra sense.
Your true worth
I wouldn't like to disclose
for obvious reasons.
Let them take you as an ornament
made of wrong metal,
and try to devalue, who cares?
They think, you are a puppet
on a string , I could manipulate.
They are in the dark
on the happy secrets
an exceptional woman like you would possess;
take this for example,
you have a copyrighted kiss,
that makes me swoon at once
by the sheer ecstasy of it.
A mix of searing bites,
attacking tongue in advance
and high artistry of pouting lips.
Oct 25, 2011
Oct 25, 2011 at 3:13 AM UTC
Like, a work of art
a real genius created,
you are to be counted
special, courted ardently
to be won over,appreciated,
treated with a reverence.
You have class,
more like a sculpture
of Henry Moore
or 'Blue Poles'
of Jackson *******
at the least semi abstract
before flabbergasted eyes
that fumble for familiar signals.
None would read you right
except those with an extra sense.
Your true worth
I wouldn't like to disclose
for obvious reasons.
Let them take you as an ornament
made of wrong metal,
and try to devalue, who cares?
They think, you are a puppet
on a string , I could manipulate.
They are in the dark
on the happy secrets
an exceptional woman like you would possess;
take this for example,
you have a copyrighted kiss,
that makes me swoon at once
by the sheer ecstasy of it.
A mix of searing bites,
attacking tongue in advance
and high artistry of pouting lips.
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