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Beauty

I look for beauty–
There she is.
Short in stature
Kind eyes and wings
Garment covers her
Breasts and womb;
Womb of life and
Love.
 
Her cup of gentleness
Runneth over
Hair spills down her
Smooth, bare-back
Her hands of silk,
Touch of satin,
Stroke my chest.
 
Soon I gaze and
Sets ablaze a
Fire on top
Of her head.
 
She takes my
Hand, and she
Guides me into
The dark wood.
 
I need not
Be afraid–
For beauty is
My guide;
She is my light.

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