Angelic Beauty by The Black Poe

They say that beauty
Is in the eye of the beholder
Yet why…
Must the lonely dove cry
Another night
Without looking
Into the eyes of a man
As he is holding her

You are beautiful
The face of an angel
The guiding light
Of your smile
As your two lips part
In all the right places
Pleasure selectable
Fingers dance before
The tongue romance

Heavenly delectable
The purest form of communication
A simple thought
From each conversation
Intellectual fornication

A man
Who is a man
Need not eyes to see
What is was
And what was
Is will truly be
Meant to be

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