by Andrew Grant
(Lincolnshire, England)

Mezmerised by emerald eyes
And iridescent skin.
Those eyes were pools of fire flies,
I wanted to dive in.

Dazzling shine of chestnut hair
With hypnotising scent.
That hair with scent of meadow air,
Lord let me repent.

I cast my eyes upon her breasts
And perfect button nose;
With perfect breasts she has been blessed
My voluptuous English rose.

A graceful turn of graceful hands
Accentuate expression.
Through hands and time will fall the sands
Of my lamentable obsession

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