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Your shapely stature's tall, to me breathtaking,
Like waves excited is my yearning heart,
And to see you with others is heartbreaking,
My object of admiration, each part.
Beauty is not seen as much it is realized.
Beauty is not the eyes but how the eyes perceive.
Beauty is not the mouth by how the lips are used.
Beauty is not the hands but how the hands are guided;
softly and gliding or harsh and punishing.
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He stalks like a cat.
Then he roars aloud to scare out their attempts.
He's bringing swinging claws.
Swinging from his metal paws.
Not to be hated but always feared by his foes.
He'll go wherever his scent will go.
Try another round of joe.
What he thinks no one will ever know.