Her Nature

Not once has your beauty ever ceased to amaze
Even to this day I haven’t broken my gaze
Lost in the thick deep wood of your hair
Dying to taste the Maple dripping from your lips here and there
Eager to feel the fruit hanging from your chest
Wishing I could lay in the safety of your branches, in your arms rest


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