The Beauty and the Beast
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THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST This is not a love story. The deep-seated eyes Shiny, a share of brown and black and so mysterious. Her lips, the reddest of the reds Like her own sweet blood, Every corner so mesmerizing. Her porcelain skin, A touch of unjaded innocence, Few lines bearing into none Making her face so perfect, She seems so unreal. The light shows herself Like a curse of shadows, Uncovering her from where she should not be. Revealing the flecks strewn, No one knew, not even him. Deceit was her game. No words could ever contain her Nor could anyone deny her splendor “If she’s mine, I’d name her Divine, Though Nevertheless she’s Grace.” Walking bowed down Slowly shaping the sky, The sharp look, Like blades, Slicing thin air, Still everyone refuses to meet her fatal stare, Make way for her. Now she run towards him. Stealing him from beneath. Her scent was all over him Not taking the chances of holding him back. Crushing a mile of earth, From afar to his guts. His lover, Her prey, His body and soul, Her teeth, Fencing for sensual worldiness, She enters and devours.
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THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
This is not a love story.
The deep-seated eyesShiny, a share of brown and black and so mysterious.Her lips, the reddest of the redsLike her own sweet blood,Every corner so mesmerizing.
Her porcelain skin,A touch of unjaded innocence,Few lines bearing into noneMaking her face so perfect,She seems so unreal.
The light shows herselfLike a curse of shadows,Uncovering her from where she should not be.Revealing the flecks strewn,No one knew, not even him.Deceit was her game.
No words could ever contain herNor could anyone deny her splendor“If she’s mine,I’d name her Divine,ThoughNevertheless she’s Grace.”
Walking bowed downSlowly shaping the sky,The sharp look,Like blades,Slicing thin air,Still everyone refuses to meet her fatal stare,Make way for her.
Now she run towards him.Stealing him from beneath.Her scent was all over himNot taking the chances of holding him back.Crushing a mile of earth,From afar to his guts.
His lover,Her prey,His body and soul,Her teeth,Fencing for sensual worldiness,She enters and devours.
This is not a love story.
