O catch Miss Daisy Pinks
Undressing behind her hair;
She slides open like a drawer
Oiled miraculously by a stare.

O the long cool limbs,
The ecstatic shot of hair,
And untroubled eyes
With their thousand mile stare.

Her eyes are round as marigolds,
Her navel drips with honey,
Her pulse is even, and her laugh
Crackles like paper money ;-)

DorothY, just writing to say hi and welcome ;-) Love your profile betraying a strong artistic sense. Can you please write something more of yourself? Would be good to let everybody know ;-) All the best!

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