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Dedicated to a friend of mine:

She with eyes that shine,
bright with mischief,
bright with joy,
She with hair in long curls of flame,
whose lips, as crimson,
tastes of sweet taboo,
She whose body, a shrine to temptation,
with flesh that aches
for a touch that knows,
She whose smile that warms
whose spirit guides
the lifeless who seek life,
She who is dangerous
to those held hostage
by their own moral stagnation,
She is Freedom,
She is Free,
She is,
She