She smells of bubblegum and sage
and walks the way that fine wines age.
A soft soled, hard wood, susurrus
of slinky surreptitious steps.
She sits in gypsy splendour
under lights like shredded silk,
Promethean eyes afire
a deity of desire.
She smells of bubblegum and sage
and walks the way that fine wines age.
A soft soled, hard wood, susurrus
of slinky surreptitious steps.
She sits in gypsy splendour
under lights like shredded silk,
Promethean eyes afire
a deity of desire.
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