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She sets me on fire with the sway of her hips.
The way her dress flows is like satin against rocks.
Her movements were choreographed by heavenly being to delicate to be deliberate.
She smells like fresh baked life on the first day of forever.
Her hair is that of down from newly hatched love birds.
Her skin draws me in as if deep as an ocean and smooth as a summer breeze with honeysuckle hints.
She sounds like velvet harps, struck by wooden hammers and strings plucked by children.
She is the color of my dreams with drops of honey and a pinch of would you be mine.
Her creation was meant for men who long for women who are pure women, with smiles and soft existence.
She reminds me of days when sunlight washes through trees, to find my face and brush it with a golden kiss.
She is forever on my mind where she has taken up permanent residences.
She is as gentle as waking up on your own with nothing to do.
If tears ever fell from her eyes and hit the ground, forever that spot belongs to me.
I want to hold her hand and walk with her, then I can leave this place, I have truly done it all.