your beauty haunts me
Your beauty haunts me each time I look upon you,
It haunts me for the reason that you are so far from me.
I look upon your body and see a master piece in my mind,
Only with each glare of you do I lose track of time.
Your beauty is like a song which vibrate me to the core of
my being. Your unsurpassed beauty removes my breath!
Each time I look upon you I see only a splendid portrait
of beauty. I look and see the smooth beauty of your
white as milk breast and clearly this is splendid portrait.
You as a whole are truly a splendid portrait.
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