Dress her up
Denim and lace
Filled with grace and power
Seduce her mind
With suggestions of passion
Her breasts swelling with hope
Piss her off
And the light in her eyes
Filled with love and fury
Watch her quietly
As she dries from her bath
The tenderness that she is
Stroke her "there"
Watch her blush
Filled with lust and loving
The way she stripped
And held me afar
Making me wonder when
Offer her a poem written on the spot
As she reads her body sways
Unconscious of its movement
The courage she carried
In her final year
In the fight she couldn't win
The last kiss she blew me
That trumpeted "I Love You"
Filling the hospitals halls
It's all of these and more
She was the sexiest woman to the end.
How I miss the moments.
May she rest in peace.
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