'round her slender waist a golden belt
Adorned with a butterfly at each hip.
She had wonderous, sparkling eyes of green
And few places on her body where a man hadn't been,
But she was unexplored to me,
A tropical, mystery-filled desert isle.
I yearned to surround her like the sea
And chart each part, every glorious mile.
I'm Columbus, DeGama, Livingstone.
I want to take her travelling
Just to bring her home.
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