Isabel
Isabel is the woman I love
And she's the only one I'll live to have
Her skin is so delicate
And tender as that of liver
Indeed when her gentle touch
Settles on my body
I tend to shiver
As though I'm soon dying of fever...
Her lips so soft and red
Dressed with strawberry gloss
That I'd love to feel the aftertaste
When we kiss, as our lips play like a zip!
Her body, well sculpted
That all her curves and edges
Are nick to the point,
Priceless work of art,
Since my loving princess Isabel
Really stole my heart!
Copyright © Ssenkezi Henry | Year Posted 2023
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