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Her skin,supple butter
tart like a summer plum
her eyes, a vast ocean
her kiss, another sun
Her mind, a keen blade
Sharpened to abstract point
Her presence, from her perfect body
A rose upon a perfect night
Her wit, a broken circle
Focused on my frequency
Our life, just one of many
Centered in uncertainty
Her lips bring me to reason
her breasts unto divine
her body is a temple treasure
That lasts throughout the sands of time
Our minds, we are just two of many
Our hearts breed our devout demise
And yet, the heavens give thy blessing
And smile down their sacred lies
George Bikos
tart like a summer plum
her eyes, a vast ocean
her kiss, another sun
Her mind, a keen blade
Sharpened to abstract point
Her presence, from her perfect body
A rose upon a perfect night
Her wit, a broken circle
Focused on my frequency
Our life, just one of many
Centered in uncertainty
Her lips bring me to reason
her breasts unto divine
her body is a temple treasure
That lasts throughout the sands of time
Our minds, we are just two of many
Our hearts breed our devout demise
And yet, the heavens give thy blessing
And smile down their sacred lies
George Bikos