Look at her --
Her walk so eloquent
The way it speaks volumes
The stretch of her legs
Magnified
By the shine and bounce
Of her hair.
Body conversations
She's a great debater.
Masterpiece of clay.
Eyes so pure
When I look into them
We make love,
Love of the soul.
My soul sister,
My queen Cleopatra,
My Aphrodite,
Your beauty can't match
Her beauty.
For hers is not of
This world.
Only angels possess it
And I,
I shall possess it
With a ring,
Wife befitting of a king.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
Look at her --
Her walk so eloquent
The way it speaks volumes
The stretch of her legs
Magnified
By the shine and bounce
Of her hair.
Body conversations
She's a great debater.
Masterpiece of clay.
Eyes so pure
When I look into them
We make love,
Love of the soul.
My soul sister,
My queen Cleopatra,
My Aphrodite,
Your beauty can't match
Her beauty.
For hers is not of
This world.
Only angels possess it
And I,
I shall possess it
With a ring,
Wife befitting of a king.
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