Charles

Under the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
A smart, sweet man would often go.
He dreamed of a woman kind and fair,
With a gentle heart and flowing hair.

Her beauty was more than skin deep,
In her presence, his heart would leap.
He marveled at her lovely form,
Her curves, her warmth, her spirit warm.

With a figure that turned heads indeed,
She had the grace to match the need.
Her bust was ample, full, and round,
A natural beauty so profound.

But more than looks, it was her soul,
That made him feel so complete, so whole.
For love that’s true goes beyond sight,
In hearts that glow with pure delight.

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