Monday, January 6, 2020

Her Image.

Her Image
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Let me define her story,
Like the spider cob webs.

Each cob webs tells a story,
From a cob web to another,
It obviously an endless story.

A tales untold to the ones to come,
A story unfold to the young ones,
Only to help foresee what to come.

She's the definition of temptation,
Her bed is made of fine sensation,
That lead to your own damnation.

Her look is not just a look,
Enslaved to the rhythm by the beholder.

Her touch is not just a touch,
But a love spell to an helpless one.

Captivating the cripple,
To run after her beauty.

Entrapping the blind,
To gaze on her body beauty.

She's truly unique,
An epitome of perfection,
Her style of speech is unique,
The very embodiment of purity.
              ✍️Tade✨.

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