BOSOM OF REALITY

mcadele(14)
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My brain couldn't blink
and I couldn't even think.
I've been charmed by a wink;
my cheeks have turned pink.

It started with a stare
with seduction so bare.
Pretty eyes really rare;
as unique as a leap year.

Within me I felt a shiver
like I was teased by fever.
Feelings flowed like a river.
I was a victim of a quiver.

She was a little far away;
she would never come my way.
She went away like a day;
she was never meant to stay.

Memories of a high quality;
my soul was soiled with pity.
I have fallen at the bosom of reality.
I'm a victim of a rare sexuality.

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