Shock
Does she know?
On purpose?
Her eyes are thin almonds,
By face she, oriental,
Bony, thin, she is tall.
Her skin milky white!
She walks as does a mare;
Young and tall, a giraffe!
Her hair dyed amber-light
On her head the hind side.
Gathered hair, are two balls.
She walks and they go wild;
In orbit, electrons of atom,
Eyes see her, heart throbs.
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