She - Poem by Julian Old
caring, loving, this was she
fragile and tender her anatomy,
welded together by her kiss
a sensation not to miss.
Soothing and comforting the feel of her hands
natures way of showing she understands
stunning and elegant her long blonde hair
yet nothing compares to the clothes she wears.
Passionate and intimidating her crucial blue eyes
another part of her overwhelming disguise
all reasons why she belongs to me
Why she'll always be my destiny
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