Look how you've grown,
and blossomed into something
rather exotic looking
forgive me for looking.
I feel like birds could rest on
your shoulders or hair
and it wouldn't look odd
or out of place
and rivers run through you
still rivers, bright and clear
reflecting a newly rolled out
morning sky
cerculean and glorious.
And those lean legs
could walk through an Amazon forest
and not look out of place
with their length and strength
a panthers prowl
and I'm seduced by those swaying hips
Goddam those lips.
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Forgive me for saying, but Goddam your work is good.
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