Err the night, the life of old.
Newness of love, life so bold.
The elegance of soft caress.
To kill the essence of old, the mess.
That Midnight passions will come and go.
The life blood of beauties zest, the flow.
Ardent the taste, of the Lips.
As beautiful, is the curve of the hips.
Lurid divine at the breast.
As the peak of Everest.
The scent as sweet as wine.
As the taste of love is sublime.
The pheromone as blessed light.
The feel of the skin, mad delight.
The ramp to heaven, the heart through the mind.
Down to the center the treasured find.
The Beauties crux is the world, betwixt.
thrusting energy and pleasured mix.
To kill the folly of old child hood.
Overrun the trees, in that lavish wood
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