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This poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...

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12. Preciosa

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by cherriespoet

by cherriespoet

Your candy lips are glossed with the sweet taste of you. They contrast tanned skin with their cherry-stain pigment, and merge into a smile. Your skin isn't clear but it's pleasant and real. Seeing someone so innately gorgeous is exalting, surreal.

I can see that in their eyes, you are a careless soubrette with no class. You aren't a stereotypical 19th century led-caked belle. Your aberrance, it's enchanting in its personal ways. Honey, you see through a clear glass where girls aren't to be slaves to society. You see a better aspect which appears crystal clear.

You're an Azalea's sweet enchantress. Your persona is atypical but incomparable. There isn't a girl that yearns as I yearn. All this apostasy yet I get worried you'll think not. Can't you imagine kissing a girl, or is it too bizarre? You're an open book, yet I can't see the page where you kiss me.

I thought our story was to be sealed with golden clasps, an eternal aspiration. Can't you take an added step into your aberrance, to seal our book with an apt kiss? I can see it in your eyes, I know you think of it. You looked into these teary eyes across the room, you know that I want none of this pain.

A secret romance is a lie, when only a single person is besotted. Yet, you're signing your care with crystal eyes. So why is it that you can't be with me, what stops you honey? I write letters of what I wish to say to you but they are pages that you can't see, and it saddens me dearly.

I wish on my knees that I can get over your pomegranate-red cheeks, your astrological sign and your sweet whispers. Yet, it works not. Even the stars agree, so can you not accept? It'll be you and I an eternity preciosa, but it's your choice. An eternity, that is what I promise you.