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Ah my friend, it’s been so long
But now that we are here
Just the two of us
Let me tell you of my days
I have met a woman, nay,
Not merely a woman!
She is the pinnacle of women!
She is, I declare, my one true love.
Why, my friend, if you could only meet her
Surely you’d see that this
Glorious angel of the night
Is truly magnificent.
The way her luminous eyes dance
As though they were the very stars themselves!
Her hair, her glorious long hair
Is as black as midnight
Her skin is as white as marble
And yet, yet
None of this compares to the sheer
Elegance of her exquisite hands
Yes, her hands. Her perfect, perfect hands
Long, elegant hands they are
Each digit so straight and nimble
Each nail so perfectly trimmed
And decked in bright red
Every cuticle so amazing
Every vein so astounding
Each knuckle so… so
Astutely knuckle-like!
They are truly the hands of a goddess
Come my friend, you must see
These glorious hands
What? Where are we going?
Why, to the freezer of course.
To the freezer to see my love’s hands.
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