Like Venus rising out of the Brine
Your lips red, full of promise like wine
Your bosom ripe with sweetness divine,
Your bottom supple can hold up a stein.
The lines I see of your perfect form,
Each curve and crevasse, cranny and rise
Ignites within me a fiery storm,
Primal passion, pulsing without guise!
Your soft dark tresses unbound flowing,
Your skin soft in the darkness glowing,
Your legs smooth and sensuously showing
The shadow-hidden well of pleasure flowing.
These are but partial images Ive seen,
Just the physical of your whole being
A mirror I muse of the treasure within,
Of wit and charm and humor I glean.
Inner self, healthy and thriving
Outer self, lustrous and silken
All sleek and sweet and sensual,
My desire to to taste, everflowing!
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