Grace
Her beauty is simple but strong
Her legs are shapely and long
Her eyes seduce within a wink
Her smile intoxicates like drink
Grace is her name her vision
To be her love I am driven
I need much more then sweet kisses
She teases my dreams into wishes
Grace for your attention I must persist
Grace in the moonlight so statuesque
Grace when we stroll hand and hand
Grace by your beauty I am damn
Her heart is true and made of gold
But gold is solid and gold is cold
My longings dwindle and are replaced
By Faith her sister, such a lovely face.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2014
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