On a dreary spring night As beauty passed by, Roses bled in the rain As I became lost in her eyes. A masterpiece of immaculance With darling dark hair, Honey wet lips So succulent, so rare. Amorously enchanting With an alluring rapport, Amanda's lavish moistness Forever assured. On a dreary spring night As beauty passed by In her eyes, I became lost As she whispered, goodbye. Copyright ama publishing
Reason for writing:
Women are beautiful and I love to celebrate their existence.
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