Her slender frame Which I cannot blame The fineness, the texture So tender is her gesture Black silk swept in the wind With her charm, ambiance dimmed The long strands, felt so sleek Can turn anyone from loafer to a geek Her beady eyes made me fly I don’t care even if the look was sly Lost somewhere I was in her eyes It was not easy, I had to prise The prominent lips of her Softer than the softest fur Every word she spoke was lyrical Its no theory, but truly empirical Glistening under the sun, her waxed skin Tanned were her arms, a mole on her chin The precious assets made her indomitable I hope the ties will remain amicable She scurries across me every day I want to touch her but she is a Fay Longing to hold her tight With her only, it will be a perfect picturesque! Dedicated to a girl whom I never miss to see as she strides across me every morning. This post is written for the Indiblogger Contest...
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