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A Fair Maid
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading
A fair maid’s fragrance beckons me
without hesitation, without permission,
thro’ I’ve seen her only
on the pages of her Instagram.
Her pencil-pointed plump melon
her skin gleamin’ like rich satin
which makes the attire that adores her
a rare work of beauty.
She has my heart in her throne
a heart that has ne’er been given away.
She has made me a captive captivated
by her mastery over me.
Is Love or Infatuation the ingredient here?
I wish no other besides her. I’m hypnotized!
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