Larihoe

I´m spelled with shining beauty
that never fades away;
more beauty and sweet charm that
one can barely say;

Glowing face without sprinkles,
pure soul without scars,
and peace from those eyes that
matches that of Stars;

Imagine young meadow fay
with ruffled hair of silk,
her soft moshus-smelling skin
whiter then goat-milk;

Or imagine an angel
with diamond-shining eyes,
whose divine presence
makes you no more wise;

Or picture an enchantress
singing with dear voice;
trapped in her enticing dance,
you have no more choice;

Kissing her warm hands
and white neck of dove;
burning in desire to
give her all my love;

My wild, unpicked cherry,
my untasted cake;
which miracle wouldn´t I do
only for her sake?

But neither´s she an angel,
nor enchantress or fay;
yet thinking of her gorgeousness
my heart wants to play,

And as my mind vanishes
in this delirious state,
my body thrills in warmth
waiting our next date!

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