Maiden

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He laid there, his gaze on the door
Negligee, lingerie and briefs on the floor;
Then she entered their sanctuary,
Stood there naked, beautiful and seductive –
Golden willowy body of amazing symmetry –
She looked completely at home with her nudity
Innocent like Eve of Adam,
He inhaled sharply as he gazed at her,
His realm of complete eroticism
Like a Sultan with his harem
Felt so in love with his maiden.

Copyright (c)2012

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