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Wednesday, 31 August 2016

Poem: Her Mint Breath

Her golden hair was twisted in an updo 
With wisps of curls falling out, 
Framing her beautiful heart-shaped face; 
She wore a cobalt blue dress 
Which brought out the blue in her eyes 
Looking like a Nordic Goddess, she did. 

And she sat very close to me, 
Whispering in my ears, probing deeply 
With questions that made me tingle, 
Trying to find out which way I swing. 
Her sensuous lips curved into a smile, 
And i smelt the faint mint in her breath..

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