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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I eternalize her on a virgin white canvas<br>She gazes at me sans a murmur, in a vanilla hush<br>The cinnamon blends in the tea pot on the mahogany table<br>As I capture her stroke by stroke, my adoring Mable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is a bundle of joy to mold, to behold<br>In her luscious peacock blue as the palms grip and hold<br>As she struts her hips on the homely cat walk<br>I stare at her naked curves with a gaze of a sea hawk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She opens her lips as silence partakes<br>She dazzles in the presence of lavender stakes<br>In her velvet hat flowing in the breeze<br>She adorns her blue sans a single crease</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the brush head kisses the canvas floor<br>She smells like an angel in a jasmine flow<br>As the nostrils waltz as they embrace the jasmine white<br>The night is still beginning, ominously bathing in moon light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the velvet explodes on to the canvas white<br>Lavenders bloom in to lofty heights<br>As her head glows in the soft serene breeze<br>The strokes run amok to capture, even her least</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the blue in her runs lazily on to the fabric wall<br>The peacocks eyes steal a stare at the glorious hall<br>The hall of her body, that glitters like sapphires in queue<br>She a roman goddess, Selene dancing in the dew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dew that sips the lavenders on top<br>The dew that bathes the jasmines on her frock<br>She a beauty like no other on heaven on earth<br>As she gazes at me from her heavenly perch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the last stroke is captured from now to an eternity<br>She lazily smiles, the velvet, the white and the blue shimmering in pretty<br>My voracious self runs towards her to feel her luscious presence<br>The paint brush laments the final strokes, in their abject absence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I clasp her too tight with my eager sweat-laden palms<br>As I kiss her navel with flattering snuggles bathing in my charms<br>In my haste, she slips from her perch, as free fell her bough<br>The vase tore in to pieces, my Mable in her last bow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dilantha+Gunawardana">Dilantha Gunawardana</a><div class=q>
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She gazes at me sans a murmur, in a vanilla hush
The cinnamon blends in the tea pot on the mahogany table
As I capture her stroke by stroke, my adoring Mable

She is a bundle of joy to mold, to behold
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