When She Closes Her Eyes
Firm, full olive breast a virgin, at twenty three?
Perfect as beauty yet, her true candy
Awaiteth just below...
Purity, smooth as dreams
Shaven, with traces love's,, cream....
Her lips, whom glisten; parting skies; tinted
Blonde tresses curls, tossed to the side such, her joy.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2016
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