That shiny golden cross
is a beacon to the lost
Dangling proudly erect
just above your ample chest
Guiding wandering eyes
to the plunging neckline
and the canyon exposed
in a grand confluence monument
to the spiritual and animal
needs of man
That sly smile discreet
when our eyes did meet
was divine revelation
and a shared confirmation
of my duel admiration
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