The one with a smile

.

Her teeth are pearly white

And her lips seem so full

Always when up they pull

Into a smile as bright

As her deep eyes are dull,

A truly awesome sight

Of raw, beautiful fright,

She will slow sweetly lull

And embrace ever tight

The mast, the keel, the hull,

This lady of the night

And her soft, polished skull.

.


    Hour 4.

When Ms. D. comes knocking at your door…

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