Beautiful, ' I Am Handsom - Poem by James McLain
Beautiful she is/I am handsom?
Made you/his cause.
To lose it's breath.
I taste the compliment subtle my hand you made caress it.
Cut me into the tiny not very,
Savor and tame my heart,
which piously swallows you at any end.
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