skin as soft as silk;
with complexion as white as milk;
her dress clings like second skin;
every man's undeniable dream.
her lithe footsteps;
dancing within darkness' depths;
beautiful, big brown eyes;
piercing — cold as ice.
perfect beauty outside;
resides a fractured soul inside;
dancing gracefully;
such beauty sings sensuously.
stares from men;
oh, they remind her of her den;
for the man she loved;
never thought as her beloved;
every man's undeniable dream;
again and again, you'll hear her scream;
sung by its accompanying violin;
no flesh can resist the beautiful sin.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
