The silver frame reflects the girl
Whose body sends me to a whirl,
Around the room and back again
Her beauty drives me just insane
Her supple lines they dance for me
For my eyes only for to see
She tantalises with her smile
She tempts me with posing style,
With lips that draw me in the frame
I stand outside her in the rain,
Wishing dearly to be there
To caress her body and her hair
To feel her sway and touch my face
As lovers with a warm embrace
To lie beside and breathe her in
Like perfumed meadows of sweetest sin.
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