Her Flesh, pale
Warm velvet
Her Voice, sweet
Liquid smoothe
Her Eyes, bright gems
Of grey-green
She smiles
My heart melts
She's Beautiful
Unknowingly so
Her hair
Short, dark
Ink-dipped wheat
Dreams,
Fantasies even
Of those soft, thin lips
Forbidden love,
It seemed
I just wish, darling
That I could have known you
Such an elegant angel
Never to be touched
Only to be gazed upon;
My personal
Porcelain doll?
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