Be with me you angels
Princesses of jeweled boxes; enigmatic spirits
Pale, swanlike necks reflect the light
Blushing under their kisses
Sing to me your glory
My coyly chained concubines
Long, slender legs peeking from under stiff tulle skirts
Extend into a world unconcerned with innocence
Mate with me your fire
You harbingers of lust
Jezebels concealed in Mary blue
My porcelain ballerinas













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When you see a woman that's too pretty to be a woman, it's probably a man.
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