Perfect Little W***eA Poem by Benjamin Seymour
A perfect circle can be drawn Between your smile and your frown Immaculate attention to detail Hair tousled black in shambolic disgrace In a ballerina dress and midnight gothic lace
A contradiction if ever I saw Perfect little w***e Lemongrass scent and honeyed visage Flirting your way through the crowd Never pausing for more than a tease A drink to hand that is never spilt Pristine manicured locks and envy for all In satin-rouged dress and re-painted face A contradiction if ever I saw Perfect little w***e © 2008 Benjamin SeymourReviews
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8 Reviews Added on March 19, 2008 Last Updated on March 19, 2008 AuthorBenjamin SeymourBarcelona, Spain, SpainAbout"All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse" Writing is just talking with a pen. And I talk too much anyway. more..Writing
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