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She’s  the goddess of the universe, And she deserve love and respect. Her beauty is mesmerizing And  watch out, you can be hypnotized. Her beautiful eyes are impressive, she has a kindred spirit. The curve of her hips are gracefully swaying like a swan in…

What woman stands alone? What angle in her tone? What frame of life is this? What lies beneath cold gaze? What restraint in posture? What unasked question phrased?   Here power lies like ebon coals, yet under wraps, seem stronger; therefore your gaze, gaze on;…

My lovely swan, to whom do you petulantly gaze, Elegantly craning your milky neck just out of sight? Or do you pose for the painter, brushes on pallet Oozing spirited sex and sass in the casual clasp, The table’s edge between a thumb and forefinger?…

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I stand alone, in an empty room, my gaze missing, my hunger hidden, he paints my curves with delicate lines, my nose demanding attention, the dress dark and wanting against my pale skin waiting to be touched by the maid has she peels me  from…

“Big as a house it was! I never knew goldfish had teeth Until that moment. I’d gone from predator to prey Diving the depths of that Florida bay. I was but a nibble. The manatee he ate was A much better portion. And that’s how…

  Alabaster cinched in ebony velvet A golden comb glitters, worked to match jeweled straps Ever patient unruffled she waits Delicate carmine nostrils and lips Never flare or curl But she’s been holding that fan for hours and she Leans on her free hand, fingers…

Rhonda, my love. This dress does you honor. Revealing your soft, alabaster skin The velvet is the perfect foil To you auburn hair. Rhonda, my dear It gives me great pleasure To take you to supper with me Afterwards as we stroll past the shops…