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Fantasy
her eyes burn
Into My soul
Their lids painted
A smoky color
The eyeliner
Gives her an exotic look
her shirt just off
her bare shoulders
Falling low
To reveal spaghetti straps
And a lace top
her long hair
Down and lightly scented
her full lips
Moist from her tongue
her beauty kneeling at My feet
As a smile lights up her eyes
And she bites into her lower lip.
Much different than what I have read before, but handled with the same consistent form which I mentioned in an e-mail to you. That makes the poem successful.
Starward
Exquisitely erotic.
Starward