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Only one Creation Her kiss like a breath of spring, Fresh as a daisies face. Softer than a rainbow, Sweeter for the way she is. Her hair honey dewed throughout, Silkier than sable. Finer than a silent whisper, Feel of silken threads. Skin of a doves flutter, Passing through the mist. Textured from a jewelers rouge, Mixed with pearlescent dust. Hands of a heavenly goddess, Presenting to a king. Fingered slim and delicate, Like touching the milkyway. The smile Egyptian queens possessed, And passed through the ages. Pleasured for the world to see, Turned up at the edges. Your body Venus gave you, Filled with Amazonian courage. Taken from her heart and soul, And placed it in your hand. Now you hold the wisdom, Of Merlins mystic ways. To challenge all who doubt you, Strong willed and brave. Go my child and venture forth, Proclaim your rightful heir. Choose the crown within your heart, Hand him your royal ring. Your servant; The Masked Writer <_ _> (C) 2001 T Lovett |
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