Sweetly scented summer flowers
Fill my sleepless, silent hours
With their whispered, honeyed stories
That tell of love and all its glories.
One night the flowers spoke of you;
They told of beauty shining through
The gloom filled byways of the night
With clear epiphanies of light,
Of dreaming eyes and luscious lips,
Of gorgeous breasts and supple hips,
They told of music in your smile
And praised your beauty quite some while.
But when I saw your pics of you,
I realized their words were true.
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Piquet
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