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Rosy
her pale skin and blue eyes,
like saffires glinting in the marble walls,
her hands like silk glide across my skin,
warm kisses of tender torture she plants upon my neck,
she is the snake under the rose,
A look of innocence on her face,
and the wicked glint, only i can see in her eyes,
She the seductive enchantress,
she tortures my soul and heals the wounds,
with the same silken hand,
Oh how i long to be in her prescence again,
i find myself in a dream world once more,
I long for my Rosy to return.
