She wore skin tight jeans
And skin tight top
Made men desire her
And their jaws drop
Her blonde hair tied up in knots
Created thoughts of nights
Never to be forgot
Of lustfull desire
And pleasure abounding
They see her as sexually astounding.
I may look at her the same
But it’s her aura and light
That sets me ablaze
Her inner beauty
I hope she would possess
And gentle compassion and kindness
And if she was to have all these things
Then my A game I might just bring
To share her time and fill her space
As we live and love in timeless grace.
fauxcroft 
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