No One Compares
Like the finest wine
You taste so good
A vintage to be savoured
Men’s hearts race
With just a wink
And a smile, well
That just slays them
A heart of gold
Lays beneath that breast
A lady of a thousand dreams
a female sensation
A vision of true beauty
Prettier than the finest flora
In all the world is our Laura.
comp entry 29/10/2017
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2017
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