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Anatomy [II]
I’m not One for Blondes, truth be said,
but there be golden filaments upon Her head—
a thousand wands of magic hue!
I love a Blonde! It be true!
Never was much for pale blue eyes,
but Her irises contain the Earth and skies!
The whites of clouds surround them, too!
The fluids within them—intoxicating brew!
Can’t say I’ve ever loved a Girl like This—
One who ‘stirs a rise’ with ev’ry kiss;
One whose flow’ry scent arrives dehisced;
One who ensures Me eternal bliss!
but there be golden filaments upon Her head—
a thousand wands of magic hue!
I love a Blonde! It be true!
Never was much for pale blue eyes,
but Her irises contain the Earth and skies!
The whites of clouds surround them, too!
The fluids within them—intoxicating brew!
Can’t say I’ve ever loved a Girl like This—
One who ‘stirs a rise’ with ev’ry kiss;
One whose flow’ry scent arrives dehisced;
One who ensures Me eternal bliss!
Published 28th Apr 2017
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28th Apr 2017 10:30pm
Favourite line: "but there be golden filaments upon her head" (declare interest - gentleman who likes blondes but not exclusively).
29th Apr 2017 4:41pm
