The Pretty Woman - Poem by Hemant Shesh
You would repent
That you could not kiss her.
Her being utterly beautiful is the first condition for an imaginary kiss.
You are worried that kissing her is not that simple.
Between a kiss and your agony
A beautiful woman
Unconcerned to both:
Your despair, and her own majestic chastity!
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