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A rhyming poem about the entrancing effect of a beautiful woman awaking... |
| Her face glowing With hair flowing Shining in the early morning light. She lets out a sigh As she opens her eye And hazily stares up to my delight. The curves of her gentle form Are waves in a raging storm That had me entranced at first sight. She caresses my side And all my doubts died As I see her smile, warm and bright. She is my true love A true angel from above And all reality fades as she holds me tight. |