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Eyes closed,beauty exposed.

Poetry By: Chrysta

She was the most beautiful in her sleep,a kind of goddess.

Submitted:Jun 2, 2009    Reads: 106    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Recumbant on the bed,

my love rests her pretty head.

Daren't I wake her.

Instead I can gaze,

as she lies in utter laze.

Sleep,her sweet soul,

beneath the sun's rays of gold,

a godess of golden light.

Skin,white as snow,

Lips,red as blood,

Hair,black as night.

My love she is a sight,

Pure like a bird in flight.

Perhaps,should I touch,

I'd hear her soft voice;

Kiss her ruby red lips.

Nothing but a taste,

For her beauty I cannot waste.


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