The Bride

She walks on gold,
Pearls are wrapped around her neck and waist.
Her fingers only wear diamonds.
She wears the most expensive silk.
Her perfume is custome made for her.
Her bare clavicle consumes the souls around her.
She walks with the confidence of the world.
The movement of her thighs corrupts the eyes that see it.
Riches are at her disposal.
Her house is in order.
Her husband adores her every move.
He spoils her in jewelry and praise.
He washes her with daily compliments.
He scrubs her with his pure love.
Then he dries her up with complete pride.
The streets praise her, all who see her praise her.
He sees no other woman, her mere presence is his pride.

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