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Face of an angel arousing - a man's

exaltation, sun harvest Ishtar, delightful

tresses, a Roux Mousse Persephone,

burning concupiscence, with gray hints

fervidly inspiring a medley of Aquarian

jealousy. Hair chock-full, splayed

down her back as if a magnificent waterfall

was splash dancing a Flamenco across

her shoulders. Erotic Andalusia Gypsy

wisps, shiny and lush – Queen of every

maximum. Protected from unwanted

virile, male advances by a fortress

of feminine experiences held motionless

in the memories captured by her big, round

oculars. Twinkling stars holding time beneath

the awe of a promised touch, static hands

in wait, having poets diving into a highland

of erected rapiers to win her for eternity; sweet,

sweet intoxication, drunk on whiffs of zesty

perfume; bliss rapture, attractive and rare

as an unnamed, wild orchid; puckering Nirvana

on lips sinuous as red raspberries

that entices you like a Siren’s call to grasp

her ethereal wings that could fly you

into rapture, or drop you into an abyss

of a netherworld inferno; summoning you

quick to the secretion gatehouse of moist

ecstasy. She-elation that runs with wolves...

howls at the moon, swoons the solstice,

rhapsodizes a chauvinist into ardor like death

in a Venus Fly Trap; confident and strong

as an Amazon Warrior, tempting as honey

to a confectionery junkie, provocative as play

agates to a little boy; sultry, charismatic, more

exciting than a belly dancer to a Sheikh; yes,

this woman is more valuable than every jewel

found by Ali Baba in the Cave of Forty Thieves,

the one you want to steal and hold captive

in a castle where she beds her body on a sea

of rose petals, splays her mane across satin

sheets, and then sets her passions on an ocean

full of adventure that would make a mermaid

envious. Ah, what a gorgeous love Goddess

your tiger approaches in fear, one who could

slice your plums with one snip of her scissors,

then bet, never losing, with hugs that make

you never care. This temptress in a Jesse Tree

holding every dream you ever had, or the - 

able incubus you beg to kiss at the pinnacle

of incredible, juiced loins, beholding the lurid,

succulent pomegranate, flavorsome kiwi...

women shaved smooth as slippery rocks,

that slide you into her runic affections.