You could tell she
was really someone special,
walked as if she floated on air,
wore her sheened-hair
in abundance,
wrapped it flowing
all around her sweet pretty face.
The bandana & pretty flower,
indeed were an attractant,
but the real grace was
in her penetrating-eyes,
they glowed brightly,
peered right into your soul,
melted your heart
with unspoken kindness.
Her feminine thighs
spoke volumes &
the other guys were listening,
stood speechless,
surrounding her,
mouths open in awe.
Her voice sounded pure nightingale,
not too high-pitched, but rather
an alluring melody & hypnotic.
She wore her **** clothes
to accentuate her finer details,
****** borderline exotic,
all the others paled
in comparison.
She was so fine,
genuine heaven
on two tiny feet,
first-rate all the way
& somebody else's date,
that was the problem.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
You could tell she
was really someone special,
walked as if she floated on air,
wore her sheened-hair
in abundance,
wrapped it flowing
all around her sweet pretty face.
The bandana & pretty flower,
indeed were an attractant,
but the real grace was
in her penetrating-eyes,
they glowed brightly,
peered right into your soul,
melted your heart
with unspoken kindness.
Her feminine thighs
spoke volumes &
the other guys were listening,
stood speechless,
surrounding her,
mouths open in awe.
Her voice sounded pure nightingale,
not too high-pitched, but rather
an alluring melody & hypnotic.
She wore her **** clothes
to accentuate her finer details,
****** borderline exotic,
all the others paled
in comparison.
She was so fine,
genuine heaven
on two tiny feet,
first-rate all the way
& somebody else's date,
that was the problem.
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