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Fantasy
Her emerald eyes keep me drawn
to her freckled face;
a kiss from her ruby lips,
my hand running through her
onyx hair.
She’s a precious jewel,
a smooth stone,
wet with water from the splashing
waves of the sea.
Her beauty surmounts
that of Helen of Troy;
capable of sinking ships
and bringing men to their knees.
Such elegance and grace,
a Queen of seduction,
laced lingerie,
the colour of fire,
her legs spread wide,
tempting those brave men
at heart to enter inside
the gate to her castle
filled with treasure and gold
where the dragon resides.
to her freckled face;
a kiss from her ruby lips,
my hand running through her
onyx hair.
She’s a precious jewel,
a smooth stone,
wet with water from the splashing
waves of the sea.
Her beauty surmounts
that of Helen of Troy;
capable of sinking ships
and bringing men to their knees.
Such elegance and grace,
a Queen of seduction,
laced lingerie,
the colour of fire,
her legs spread wide,
tempting those brave men
at heart to enter inside
the gate to her castle
filled with treasure and gold
where the dragon resides.
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