Descriptions Not Fair Enough For Her…
Her gold coated smile; a feature which never lost its splendour.
With rough knees that bore the scars of adventure.
A multitude of freckles covered her canvas.
Beat only by her blush, a sight more rare and beautiful than Atlantis.
All swore she was the work of a witch’s prophecy.
And I, a fool,
fueled by vanity.
Thought her to be as arrogant as me.
Rejected... for my absence of humility.
She was the first not to be satisfied with just my virility.
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