By Divine   

Almond shaped eyes
With a hazelnut glare
Gold dusted skin
You cant help but stare
Tender ripe breast
Like mounds with a peak
A heart so pure
A soul so weak
Hips that sway
To and fro
Try as you may
Control is lost
And so
It's such s tangled web
Between lust and deceit
Where fault abandons reason
On the corner where we meet
Slow nod to failure
Thumbs up to defeat
Something seems particular
Among these warm embracing jinx

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