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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Makeup, something she does not have to wear, For my paramour’s skin is soft as clouds above Our heads, And as flawless as placid waves Swaying with the shore. Those eyelashes long, flapping like Wings on birds, but ever so carelessly Hitting everyone she meets with a strong breeze. Those light-brown eyes, which hide underneath, Barely able to be seen, shaped like two almonds Molded on her round face, Coated in a shell of coffee brown skin. And it is those eyes, which I stare into for hours, Pondering about what lies behind in that mind, Which is strong as her will. Her voice is soft, as if she was whispering to a Hidden ghost. But if you can hear just a second of her voice you’ll Hear music played better than any symphony. As she talks, her short black hair falls in front Of her face, and she just brushes it to the side With the whip of her wrist. If only I could have a try. Her body is like an hourglass Two legs no bigger than twigs, And I know as she walks with those legs Every boys’ pulse spike and head turn. How could I forget her smile, Which shines brighter than the fire of her desires. And it is that lingering smile in my direction, Which makes me soar higher than the clouds, And my heart beat faster than jets. I stare into those cinnamon eyes, And the wind dances with her wavy hair. I only throw away the urges to kiss those lips. Those light pink lips, Dosed with a just a thin coat of light-red lipstick. I throw away the urges to grab my paramour’s hand. Makeup, something my paramour does not need For she is perfect just the way she is, No need to go tampering.
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