Pink Strawberries
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With luscious lips, like succulent cherries,
glistening morsels kissed by morning dew,
her rouge-tinted cheeks like pink strawberries.
She's the undisputed queen of fairies
eyes of aquamarine and glacial blue,
with luscious lips like succulent cherries.
Her hair flows like the wheat on the prairies
shimmering locks of gold and amber hue,
her rouge-tinted cheeks like pink strawberries.
Her mysterious smile seldom varies,
a look that is provocative and true
with luscious lips like succulent cherries.
Her sweet, subtle scent lingers and carries
an aroma that's known to but a few,
her rouge-tinted cheeks like pink strawberries.
A virgin imp from the loins of Aries,
a prize many men would wish to pursue.
With luscious lips like succulent cherries,
her rouge-tinted cheeks like pink strawberries.
(Villanelle)
1/9/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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