A model, well carved
A picturesque beauty
Admired by all and sundry
Each curve, every eye, lips
Hips, asses, breasts, legs
The form of the body
Entices all desires
To stave off the hunger
For a night or two or three
But a soul with a fire
A mind which holds thoughts
A stubbornness, a conversation
A driving force of nature
Feeds a lifetime of essence
A truth of being, actually living
Give me that soul, that one
Person to become my everything
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