She's always so articulate, 
her voice: my favorite instrument,
never a hint of dissonance 
no matter the predicament. 
Her iris exhausts the infinite 
and her mind mirrors her magnificence.  
Her smile is brilliant and not so innocent. 
Her touch: unrivaled among stimulants, 
unable to be simulated, 
deeper than the definition of 'intimate', 
and I am the content participant.

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