Sorry, Miss 700th Poem
I love the silkiness of your long raven hair,
as the sweet scent of your perfume permeates the air.
Your eyes sparkle so brightly in your beautiful face,
with brilliance of diamonds in a jewelry store case.
Your attractive body is what I long to caress,
as I could imagine it under your scanty dress.
Mature form of sugar and spice and everything nice.
However, my key in your lock comes at a high price!
When I pass you each night, I can’t help looking at you;
as so many others on Pacific Avenue.
You possess nectar that so many men want to taste.
What you’re doing with it all is a terrible waste!
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