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Her serpentine waist like a course of the river,
She is a sex pot,her shadowy figure appears every night in men's dreams.
Her eyelid, shanghaied them, and cause their head to swim out of focus.
Her seraphic smile,
Her serene nature of a being,
Her sepia, skimpy fitted gown,
Her hips brawling it,it shakes.
Seried eyes that awaits her,
A serenpidity of love in motion.
Her company, offer friends a haven of peace,
My conscience won't let me be, just tell her,
Just speak to her, she isn't a she-devil, nor a mermaid being.
Sever this shyness,
Set forth your courage,
You can do it,if you believe.
She can be yours, if she will.
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Mused...2016©