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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required OH, DEFECTS, DIVINE! Oh, fabulous fallibilities! You, so perfectly imperfect ... Like a rill in the rain, Its path unestablished 'til the sky opens, Yet its purpose is pure ... Even before the drops' mistral dance - The supplication of life, Sating a thirsty vale ... In its twisting, indirect fashion. But all droughts are not such, My hunger is for YOU ... So exquisitely flawed, So sublimely set apart, thus: The coy, crimped tilt of your smile, shining ... Dark cocoa eyes, Tainted with flashes of copper ... Strands of platinum tarnish in honey hair ... A shapely eyebrow, not quite its twin ... Smooth, sexy, petite little feet, With big toes just a wee bit shorter than the next ... Mole, subtly set above your bow lips, But far to one side ... Deliciously-placed back dimples, One that dips a bit more softly than the other When catching moonlight, just SO ... And your birthmark, Shaped irregular as the crescent moon, In a sacred place very few have ever discovered. BUT YOUR WHISPER ... That supremely sensual sound from the depths of you, A stirring, libidinous moan of nothings, sweet, With a trembling, musical interlude ... Fiery-fresh lips pressed tender to my ear, The warm, sexy sighs suffuse my blood and body, Carried on your breath, soft as saffron ... Oh, those raw, unpolished murmurings slay me, true, Through-and-through with exquisite energy! All these errs and human frailties - All the naive irregularities and blemishes, So elegantly designed by the hand of The Creator To be impeccably inexact ... For should those features be of finished form, Heaven itself would dim its light ... In want for fair comparison. Alas, you are so imperfectly perfect, And I, the fortuitous fool for your sublime insufficiencies ... OH, DEFECTS, DIVINE! * SECOND PLACE in the "Whisper Sweet Nothings" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor. *
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