Jennifer
She moves with all the grace of a Goddess,
I long to be in her wonderous presence.
An embrace that fills me with desire,
And a smile sent from the heavens themselves.
Her hair the dark of night,
Easy to lose your heart in it's folds.
Her skin, pale and lustrus,
And pure extasy to caress.
I follow her, yet stay away,
She is that forbidden fruit.
I wish to be the one,
Yet that pleasure is denied me.
I shall wait, I shall have patience,
I await that day that may yet come.
She is one that I would care for,
She is one that I do.
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