Words to hear and let describe,
Prettier then a flower is my bride.
Dressed in white, the light of night,
Her beauty shines beyond every mans sight.
Her golden hair, as she lies bare,
Her breast of luscious innocence fair.
Bring to me a goddess, her mind and spirit pure.
Hold her when so modest, her love to me does lure.
I need her every whim, desires, wants, anew.
My faith and love in her, forever true.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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