Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Biting her lip.

Black eyes through darkened brows
look at reddened cheeks, lighten
your smile talking sweetly, glowingly
in undulating tones, your mother listens
as you bite your lip, more beauty
can not be known, I have eyes to see
the sweet aroma of your perfume
touches, tasting the saltiness of your skin.

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