Vows of chastity discarded in a flash,
A sight of smooth clarity,
Inspiring an adventurous, murderous dash.
Worth all sacrifices, to lavish but once.
If trees could talk,
They would say of wondrous moments she spent under their shade.
If mirrors could walk,
They would run to keep up with her for it’s for the likes of her image they were made.
Pomegranate lipped
Intoxicating wines, a sweet drink offered and sipped
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