Her
Raindrops of red
dance across her lips
Fire runs along
her face, chest, hips.
She stands in the shadow
hidden to see.
But she stands out of the crowd
only to me.
She is beautiful in everything
her prowess so fine.
She teases me with hopes
she could be mine.
She knows that I am here
turns her head to me.
Someone passes between us
and then there's only
me.
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