Five feet, four inches tall,
Got the curves and all
A simple lover craved for:
Tenderness, fineness and a bit more,
Radiant skin, stunning smile
And you could tell from her style
She was divine,
She was mine,
She was an angel I had caught
Or so I thought
Till it became clear
That content not chassis one should revere
For when beauty fades
And desires as grenades
Explode into an abundance of discontent,
When coitus relapses in sensation and accent
From those who know too well,
Love is like a warning from a beer commercial:
'Not suitable for persons under 18,
Keep your head, drink responsibly.
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