She’s sexual,
She’s spiritual,
She’s into love,
And into peace,
Her ritual.
Is loving life,
And having fun
And making love
But not just to anyone,
But with those connected
Who feel effected,
By the spiritual ritual,
She embraces.
She’s beautiful,
She’s intelligent,
Everytime I meet her
My heart tends to melt.
She’s as hot as the sun,
And as cool as a full moon
That lights up the dark,
She is a cocoon,
Of bliss and love,
Of peace and grace,
Her amazing dreams
Contour her flawless face.
But she’s not mine,
But then she’s nobody’s,
She is a free spirit,
She’s feminine divine,
She is the light,
She’s pure delight,
That’s because she’s sexual,
And spiritual.
She is leather she is lace
She’s conceptual.
fauxcroft 
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