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Picture Prompt Poetry II
Her eyes reach deep into the depth of the soul
Inducing feelings and reactions
The feeling of her soft skin on mine makes me whole
We are moving to the tune of our passions
All I care about is this moment we’re in
For this picture, there are no worthy captions
When we came through my door, she was a virgin
She had come in her buckled flat Mary-Jane shoes
She wasn’t curvy like a video vixen
Her pale skin and her slender frame were my muse
I wanted to make out of her a painting
If I let her go I’d be the one to lose
I had to capture this moment for keeping
Her cheeks flushed as I kissed her bye, how wanton
Yeni