The Heavenly Scent Of Her Allure

Palomino beauty for you, I'm sure
The heavenly scent of her allure
As cashmere lined the mahogany floors
The echoes lapped upon the shore

Loincloth lay upon her feet
And to the heavens she looks so meek
For there was beauty in her heart
And to drink of the tears that she imparts

Murmur not in mysterious ways
Less your yearnings are to be displayed
Inadequate be thee light we see
Foreshadowing love to honour thee

Forever graceful I am humbled
Fragments of my mind have crumbled
Desperado of my heart
There are the secrets I impart

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