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Description
A portrait of Perfection,
The angels must have cried when God made you.
With just a look, you make girls sweat,
With a touch, its enough to send them over the edge.
(How can such a being exist to walk amongst us.)

Your beauty encarnite, but posessing such angel like appearences,
Your cursed never to love, but to only give yourself for a night.
You stare with abyss like eyes that show nothing, but suggest everything,
Your voice entrances, your were romances come from.
Many women have fallen for your looks, your whispers.
Only you really know how empty you feel inside.

Extacy but for only one night.
You promise them everything, but only till midnight.
Your not allowed to love, and for this you can only make others love you,
Lust for you, and need you.
(How can beauty be such a curse)
''One night with perfection.''
Need he ask?

Description
A portrait of Perfection,
The angels must have cried when God made you.
With just a look, you make girls sweat,
With a touch, its enough to send them over the edge.
(How can such a being exist to walk amongst us.)

Your beauty encarnite, but posessing such angel like appearences,
Your cursed never to love, but to only give yourself for a night.
You stare with abyss like eyes that show nothing, but suggest everything,
Your voice entrances, your were romances come from.
Many women have fallen for your looks, your whispers.
Only you really know how empty you feel inside.

Extacy but for only one night.
You promise them everything, but only till midnight.
Your not allowed to love, and for this you can only make others love you,
Lust for you, and need you.
(How can beauty be such a curse)
''One night with perfection.''
Need he ask?