Monday, June 22, 2020

Beauty

Dark skin made her pale
But white skin never promised a bail. 
Dark eyes were attractive 
And grey eyes were reactive.
Red lips was a pain
But dull lips was considered a bane. 
Slim flesh was glassy
And fat flesh was classy.
But none looked it in a goddess, 
But searched for it in a mistress.  

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