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Her red vintage dress

was a mess of a pile

crumpled on the floor

She wore only her smile

He surveyed the land of her

Plains and valleys and a cliff

below

He who conquers

earns her mountain of moans

He smiled

when he thought of her volcanic core

He’d make her beg for release

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8 Comments

  1. I think that a number of thoughts surfaced here and only the poetess knows their true meaning. They are words spoken with feeling, placing the emphasis in a way that heightens emotion and adds nicely to your words ๐Ÿ™‚

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