(Dedicated to Miss Miles)
She is standing on my chest
Her heels piercing my skin
The pain is bittersweet
But surpassed by Her beauty
Her movements, oh so gentle
As She tramples over me
Are like steps of a ballerina
Graceful and efficacious
But the ultimate beauty in Her
Is something one cannot see
But one can feels its presence
It's Her Soul, it's Her Mind
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