Alan Prescott Poems

Like white roses in a mystic garden.
Love grows, innocent, pure, and simple.
Virgin hearts evergreen, beat in unison.
The ascension of love, a honeysuckle.
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On this beautiful spring morning.
Shooting pains, pierce! Her body.
Convulsive spasms, so nauseating.
Intermixtures of agony and ecstasy.
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Sculptured in the image of Venus.
Body unblemished, smoother than station.
Elegant form, so graceful and gorgeous.
Radiating a brilliance that's enchanting.
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