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Dark eyes peer out, gently penetrating, From behind pitch curtains and bronzed skin, Pharonic lines only deepen their gaze. I stand in wonderment As this statuesque beauty holds out her hand, smiles, then draws me in.
Within minutes the champagne has an effect, Like the mist of an evaporating dew, A softer presentation: Her eyes, her smile, the way she stands. I swear without bias: she’s the most beautiful in the room.
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