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Beautiful woman Outside; a blustery breeze Amber strands flowing

Hugging close and tight Breathing hard in a moment Her tounge tastes so sweet

A grubby sailor In a tub of soap water Where is his washcloth?

Silver moon shining Guardian of onyx night Yellow eyes watch you

Vines try to hide toes Amidst flushing pink blossoms Her feet smile and wave

The fog has gone; night fast approaches. Day clings to life as dark encroaches. Twilight is the brink of insanity. The sun's plummet destroys human..

One of my first poems on the site...