Pharonic Lines

Dark eyes peer out, gently penetrating,
From behind pitch curtains and bronzed skin,
Pharonic lines only deepen their gaze.
I stand in wonderment
As this statuesque beauty holds out her hand, smiles, then draws me in.

Within minutes the champagne has an effect,
Like the mist of an evaporating dew,
A softer presentation:
Her eyes, her smile, the way she stands.
I swear without bias: she’s the most beautiful in the room.

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