| Poetry By Shawna | 
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She fanned herself with a beautiful peacock mirror.
What a beautiful face she had,
lips sweet with honey and a body that commended/demanded
attention of both the men and the women.
Before rising from her rocking chair she checked her mirror
and smiled back at what she had seen.
With a seductive smile and erotic eyes like the shape of the full moon,
she approaches my man and said, ”Come take me now.”
No thought of me sitting there alone, mouth open!
No thought of me sitting there humbled at her presence.
No thought she really cared…
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