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Shan Omeara Poem
An ogling of her scent, befuddling,
The sight of her voice, quite troubling;
The sound her eyes make, leaves me perplexed,
Her mythical touch left me vexed;
Her skillful beauty, stunning any day,
When I sensed her, it was not in the normal way;
To describe her, simply impossible,
Too many great qualities, solely irristible;
There are no sketches as lovey to illustrate,
The celebrated features, she holds innate.
9-5-13
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Her sultry eyes make me quiver,
The way her skin feels, sends me to shiver;
How her dynamic curves bend straight through,
Helps create her attraction, with nothing to rue;
Water shimmies off her lustrous skin,
Permitting her image, a clear vision;
Her miraculous glance, deep and wide,
Enables her to see from the inside;
These traits make me want to be with her,
The combine to form her dramatic allure.
10-6-13
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Shan Omeara Poem
Mild August temps bring about to mind,
Memories of summer that have gone behind;
Fleeting days that lead to autumn are here at last,
Summer's solace has left, weeping in the grass;
Few girls care to show their smooth toned midriffs,
Gorgeous eyes reappear, out from dark sunglasses;
The autumnal, brisk winds that have a chilling feel,
Makes you want to slow down and begin to congeal;
The bleakness and gloom of winter follow suit,
Rendering the sun's heat moot.
8-25-13
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Shan Omeara Poem
6-14-13
Emblazoned by her allure,
Enchanted by her change, the stir;
With many ingredients combined,
After a five course meal I've dined;
Many tastes of her to crunch,
During this many varied lunch;
Her voluptuous figure, stunning to gawk, but there's more,
More to consider, to think about, to look for;
When I find what I need,
Whether on foot or on steed;
On rocks that climb to the top,
Hoping she won't collapse and drop;
And fall off the mountain from which she came,
To lose sight of her goal, her ultimate aim;
Her exquisiteness can not be equaled,
Her skin, not sallow nor pallid;
The way the ball on her nose juts out,
Resembles a cute, little button nose, nothing to whine about;
To stop, to freeze, not possible,
The way her vision inside, makes hot cinders feasible;
To melt the ice that was created,
To turn it to water by the One who was exalted;
The end as come, the completion is near,
She makes sense to me, this is very clear;
To act together, to be one,
She is no joke, she is no pun.
6-14-13
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Straight, blacs, deep set againstk hair, knotted in the back,
Obsidian eyes, nothing to lack;
Long braided legs, muscles intertwined,
Impressive to see, her muscles combined;
Bituminous eyes, deep set against her face,
Her beauty, so poweful, difficult to keep pace;
Her far eaot she is notst features, subtle to see,
Countenance unequaled, no one prettier than she;
Shedoes not pretend to be what she is not,
Especially with her heart, her blood curdling hot.
6-28-13
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Shan Omeara Poem
There are those who say chivalry is dead,
Chivalry is alive and well, ikt is said;
Just, needs to be looked for, it's difficult to find,
Searcing for it, in front and behind;
To recognize it, it's hard to see,
It doesn't happen often, chivalry remains low key;
Needs to occur more, the right ideal to deem,
It should be at the core of every man, a central theme;
Being chivalrous doesn't need to be among the written laws,
It should always be a given, without any cause.
7-7-13
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Stunning brunette, walking perpendicular,
She has perfect skin displayed upon her figure;
Distinguishing features, displayed upon her frame,
Looking absolutely gorgeous, her ultimate aim;
Unbelieveably attractive, she is not like any other,
Her likeness can not be equaled, not by another;
No trouble at all is looking pretty fo her,
All about her is tremendous allure;
Such a cute face inhibiting this lovely creature,
These unblemished traits make for some lovely features.
8-28-13
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Shan Omeara Poem
Her tractor beam eyes draw me near,
Eyes with the ability, allowing men to leer;
A lowered bridge, allowing people to cross,
Across the wood and the moss;
Seeing her again, to me what matters most,
Where ever she may be, inland or by the coast;
Feelings for her, within me I own,
Sipping wine, along the river Rhone;
Drawing on my experience to further understand the likes of you,
Leaves me not knowing about the complexities you do;
Which clearly explains you're far too deep to understand,
Even when our time is very well planned;
When the time has come and I can no longer solicit,
Not even one morsel, not even one bit;
When things begin to go awry,
The only thing left for me to do is die.
6-3-13
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Shan Omeara Poem
3-17-12
Your lips, a wine, a fine cherry wine,
That I'd like to drink, drink while I dine;
To top things off, a look at your hair,
Colored strawberry red, it is so rare;
Mostly seen, bunched in a tail,
Outlining that small, round face you hail;
An epic poem, your eyes represent,
Looking into them, they tell me where I went;
Your skin, smooth, supple, and soft,
Reminiscent of a baby's cloth;
The smells and perfumes you produce,
Sweeter than blooming flowers that induce;
Induce great aromas and fragrance,
So pleasing, it brings me to a brisk cadence;
Your legs continue upwards, rising from the ground,
Climbing to a point, far from the spread of sound;
Sliding upstairs a bit, you get to the peaks,
Slightly above is what I ultimately seek;
When I think of you, anytime, morning, noon, or night,
My mind goes crazy, thinking of what might;
Often, I admit, I dream of your caress,
In the non-physical that we do, the best move is less;
Juiced up calves, sexy looking thighs,
Any day, god enough for my sore eyes;
Eyes that would get to see that great human being,
Every day, that would be very pleasing;
Her personality and verbiage, neat and clean,
Peering at her, looking for that serene scene;
When the right spot is found, not here, nor there,
I would le to find it, with you as a pair;
At times, you can be sincere to a fault,
All these niceties need to be put to a halt;
All these factions, go into making you,
All these things I need from you, I swear it, I do.
3-17-12
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Her midriff, sweet enough to eat off of,
What to concentrate on, rests slightly above;
From her belly, the best place to sip,
To drink wine, good enough to tip;
Her rump, her rear, the back of her front,
Something to leer at, something to hunt;
Nothing dressed upon her, is rotten to the core,
Perfect is she, she is everything to live for;
Her eyes, with their allure, nothing can match,
Her whole frame, she is the only thing to catch.
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