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She's hidden from them,
Locked away.
She hides her sparkle,
Like a stunning gem,
Another day.

The curve of her belly
Is hidden from most.
I guess,
Since I've seen it,
I'm allowed to boast.

Her touch is a feather,
Dancing down my arm.
Her eyes fall together,
A sign of timidity,
Not alarm.

Her kiss ghosts my upper lip,
As she stutters wondrous words.
Her hasty grip,
Like the song of blue birds...

Her fingers lace through piano keys,
Dripping with pure and passionate grace.
Moments like these,
I swear are never made waste.

She has fire in her eyes,
Clouded in secrecy and pain.
But I have found truth behind lies,
That honesty drives me insane.

Her secret taints,
A weak tattoo.
The image she paints
Will surely fall through.

On, how I love her true hues,
The needle greens,
The brilliant blues,
She's darling and daring
By all means.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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