If I saw you as you are
This communique of words
Would have only been the
Slight slander of a seething
And sultry imagination
But once I am past those
Plundering thoughts and
Stumbling words I see
You as you are, the most
Gorgeous woman on the face
Of the earth. With curves
That would make a man
Such as myself
Gleam for years like
A child admiring the
Aerial arts of airplanes.
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