She looks up with those mournful eyes
Big and blue, they hypnotize
Not showing age, they still are wise
Filled with longings realized
Her porcelain face a painted dare
Framed by her dark, wavy hair
Enlightened smile brightens the air
Such dignified beauty’s rare
She glides along on gazelle’s feet
Her frame delicate and sleek
Long, shapely legs eventually meet
At the hot and humid suite
Her words spill ice through lips of fire
Making every moment dire
To gaze on her, I’ll never tire
She is my one, true desire
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