Gilded Smile - Poem by Bill Bob
That gilded smile reflecting the summers light,
That gracile grace radiating gentle strength,
Those sapphrine eyes dancing with impassioned might,
That worldly mind perceiving truth with Divine sight.
That tender skin so soft to touch,
That enchanting voice so beguiling to hear,
That wicked wit so pleasant to fear,
That innocent honesty so obvious and clear.
This rapturous enslavement to your passionate ways,
Is the only thing I need to get me through the passing days.
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