Open Poetry #31 |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Purest Angel fathers be the stars, Doth not compare, to thou wonderous eyes, Brighter than any light, draws my gaze, Thou crimson lips, so soft, so tenderous, Like a roses thorn, stung with passion, Be thou poison upon my lips, Driving thy to madness with love, Skin be smoother than silk against one’s fingertips, No mortal woman should carry such beauty, Envious be the goddesses of thou beauty you obtain, Whose days are spent dabbing false beauties upon their face, Be it not for thy delicate mind beauty would flutter thy insides, But thy desires an woman that shows no lies only natural beauty. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wow, dear Lee, this is a great write! Passionate and beautiful. Love, Margherita |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Tremendous, powerful work! Grover. |
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