Statuesque (#84 of 365)

The perfect woman.

Her hair was fire,

Pale skin like porcelain,

But soft as tissue,

Piercing emerald eyes of entrapment,

Plump lips making you take in every word,

Her candy scent tickling my nostrils,

She was statuesque and will be remembered forever.

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