Amelia's Perfection Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Beauty her body captures like a prisoner,
she walks with a grace that defines her,
well- fitted into a suit of perfection's flesh,
she passes the time she passes the test,
like a perfect flower in a perfect vase,
she seems to dance with the stars,
Above the mire of the mundane earth,
she smiles with me she flirts,
as my heart flutter and my soul burns,
my body her body ever yearns.





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