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A poem about a man loving (and lusting) for a woman when she can't see him. |
| I paint your body with my eyes with colors of want and need. Stroking your curves with wanton sighs A masterpiece indeed. Hold still my love the lights just right As hues of lust I blend. Your resplendent body does excite as my luxuria does distend. I behold your gaze enthralled in your mystery My soul so now entranced. As your crafty smile reveals your history Desire is now enhanced. From my perch I see you, as you are, No faults to behold. Perfection now seen from afar To Satan my soul I've sold. |