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( votes)Black Haired Beauty
Apparition of a black haired beauty,
delicate translucent splendor.
Crimson lips so moist and full,
ivory skin as smooth as silk.
Her eyes two pools of deep desire,
reach out to you with ardent fire.
She lies in wait, passion unquenched,
beckoning you to douse the flames.
Anne G
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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