beautyDream, dream, she is like a dream

How soft her naked skin

Sweet, sweet, her tender flesh

Her warmth burns from within

Her hair shines most radiantly

Twirling it long with her fingertips;

A brilliant and splendid smile

With succulent and soft lips

That glisten ever-so, like freshly fallen snow;

My eyes cannot look away

Transfixed, caught in a trance

What eyes, how alluring her face;

I must look daily upon her face

Such an angelic divinity;

A dream, a dream, she is but a dream

Blissful, celestial, heavenly


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