beauty's glance imparts the heart
reverberates the soul
all that's deemed but earthen art
takes on the lesser role
tender lips, no sweeter voice
than what is heard to seep
finds no soul a better choice
when deep doth call to deep
softer now the skin at graze
with sweeter lips to kiss
all else wears the lovers haze
when depth is hard to miss...
~Moses
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