She glides like a warm summer breeze, thru her palace of endless color. Her beauty growing deeper with each passing hue.
Her deep red hair the envy of all tumbles far past her gentle waist. Her body now amend is no longer her prison.
Her beauty is known beyond the stars, that even the moon rages in resentment. As she walks beneath the trees the wind shakes loose it's whispered desires.
His love for her releases his darkest passion. He speaks and her name drips from his tongue like honey.
-Johnny V.
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