hidden between stripes, of black and the colour of her skin
Her gentle arches that tower over her pupils
Wanting a taste of her faint cherry red lips parting in moans
It seemed that winter faded, as she sent out her presence
To greet me, warming the coldness wrapping around me
I have been stilled in such allure and wanton lust
But the distance keeps me from burning, into cinders
There may be many a pair of eyes, that would stare, most mesmerized
Mine seems to run into a frenzy of unchained madness, of ecstasy
I know this may be just her way of a tease, fading come Monday
Yet the tease in its eloquence, draws me like a moth to her flames
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