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About This Poem
Bedazzled
Bedazzled, bewitched, bespelled is me,
Bemoaned, begroaned, this isn't where I want to be
He walks, he glides like eye candy should,
I wouldn't have it any otherway even if I could.
His smile like a candle in the heat of the night,
lost and alone to weak to fight.
His touch is so hot and my desires burn,
bewilderment is found every way I turn.
bespoiled, begiled, betwixed satin sheets,
always being partial to my eye candy treats.
Bemused, befuddled, believe me when I say,
I guess I wouldn't want it any other way.
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