By Damien Knight
Her eyes are the sky
Her smile the slivered moon.
With her I could fly
I hope to see her soon.
Her hair is obsedian
Her lips rhodolite.
My hands along her skin
Like ivory feels so right!
Her curves beat Lady Aphrodite
Meghan envies her “bass”!
And I have her all to me,
My perfect ace!
How did I gain such fortune
To find a love so fine?
I won’t second guess again
Only claim her as mine!
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