enchantress

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ocho

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i stare with bewildered eyes
as she plays dodge ball
with rosey-cheeked boys
on the ivory beach, fireball sun
teasing her honey baked skin.

she sips on chilled coconut sap
with plum lips full,
the angel boys crave to touch
her peach and butter cheeks :
but she is too ethereal to be
kissed by loathsome humans.

i ponder upon her rapturous ways,
and when she swallows the
cherry red fruit,
nectar dripping from the corner
of her godly mouth,
the moon gets envious of her
glorified beauty,
as if she is aphrodite reborn.

── ludicrous heart.

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a/n : written with a distracted mind.

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