In this world of writers, who are called inked fighters;
rumbling inks, and rustling sinks, in the aura of
favourites, this one stands tall; For who are the ones,
they know it all. This is the one, who goes unnoticed.
I find her thrilling, bewildering my senses; with her
pinpoint words, and those perfect tenses. The
intensity this one beholds in herself. The
one craved by many, but possessed by herself.
Those eroticas she prefers,
to the seduction she refers.
There are people who are shit.
For they don't understand,
and bark, as just bloody sit.
These rhymes as I play with,
aren't at all my forte. For it is
a dedication to this, decided
to put the ball in her court.
There's the magic of her,
and the wizard she is;
those hazel eyes in disguise,
on I can write thesis.
Keep words flowing,
as we want some more.
There's more to erotica,
we want you to lure.
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