POEM: A 32 lines of Nothing that will spoil your day along with a fine picture that has nothing to do with the piece.

Come hither
You whose heart♥ has fallen deep
Peep into the vale of shadows
Brace yourself mortal man
For this is a war of shallows
Feel your breath depart in gasps
Feel this, but do not grasps

Behold the daughter of my creativity
Dripping wet, stained of beauty
Stare but don't get lost
Or caught in the lustre of her impurity
Look past the blaze of her chocolate skin
Beyond the rounded figures of her embodied sin
Reach past the oddly even figures 835
Over the mirage of her curvy drive

See beneath this beauty view
Search deeper than the skin hides
Through the sips and cracks foundation couldn't cover.
Feel the fresh wounds that time won't heal
Gaze beyond the nudity of her sacred temple
Above the moulds of her holy hills
Touch the tips of her cold fingers
And bond deeply with her bondage.