How do you tell the Anesthetist your attraction has not to do with beauty?

Or even sex … …

Oh, Nina, really
It’s not about the shape of your face
the width of your hips, the heat of your life
even the color of your blondness
fades as we admire the depth
of your wit, the mind in your words
the song of your heart soars,
snogging forever that memory
of your work and elocution
among the wounded.

About dragonpoet

But sometimes what you write is neither polished nor useful. Then it arrives here. With lots of sentence fragments and beginning ideas. If you wish, please comment on what you find. If you don't like the politics, don't comment. Here, we deal with the writing.
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