Her Selling Price

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Her Selling Price—ZenPens

Made in love trade fair,
we were an inseparable pair.

Her gaze, my direction.
Her yes, my selection.

She was a merchant of love,
selling her virtues like a dove.

When we first met I felt like I’ve known her forever
for she got my feelings uncovered.

All the men that came to patronize her
had enough money to even buy her.

But none could meet her selling price,
a puzzle to be unlocked by a love dice.

But her gaze gave me the clue:
smiling and listening, a treat of diamond blue
and then we suddenly glued.

Why not share?

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