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She is at her sweet seventeen of age,
Fresh, perfumed, smelling cleavage;
Sacred heart, beats for a love ablaze;
Body is spicy, fruity in a way to amaze;
Morning shoot outdoor; with make-up;
Mid-night scene indoors, a close-up;
Again at dawn, a swim suit episode;
at mid-day, a Hero’s ego to explode;
A lovely show to strip off her heart;
Well done, applause, pack up at last;
Her inner desires triggers for an upshot;
Dialogues turns dim; goes dumb and mute.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
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She is at her sweet seventeen of age,
Fresh, perfumed, smelling cleavage;
Sacred heart, beats for a love ablaze;
Body is spicy, fruity in a way to amaze;
Morning shoot outdoor; with make-up;
Mid-night scene indoors, a close-up;
Again at dawn, a swim suit episode;
at mid-day, a Hero’s ego to explode;
A lovely show to strip off her heart;
Well done, applause, pack up at last;
Her inner desires triggers for an upshot;
Dialogues turns dim; goes dumb and mute.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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