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Head tilted to the side. She blushes; She's clay to the touch, Flesh to the mind. My fingers, like passengers aboard the Santa Maria, explore a new world- Every inch, Every crevice, Every curve; She's the Venus de Milo- Timeless. Classic. Delicate like a ribbon fluttering downward, pulled from her hair by lover's passion. Her ******* are molded- islands along the ocean I swim- and an art form is born; The simple movements: Up, Down, To-and-fro. Well thought out, but not choreographed. Color her like the Roses on my tongue; Entangled and Infatuated, They speak of Youth, Naivety, nervousness.... Step back and She blossoms to life. A monument lays before me; the mortal achieve immortality. Perfect from her Head to her Toes.
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
From Head to Toe
Head tilted to the side. She blushes; She's clay to the touch, Flesh to the mind. My fingers, like passengers aboard the Santa Maria, explore a new world- Every inch, Every crevice, Every curve; She's the Venus de Milo- Timeless. Classic. Delicate like a ribbon fluttering downward, pulled from her hair by lover's passion. Her ******* are molded- islands along the ocean I swim- and an art form is born; The simple movements: Up, Down, To-and-fro. Well thought out, but not choreographed. Color her like the Roses on my tongue; Entangled and Infatuated, They speak of Youth, Naivety, nervousness.... Step back and She blossoms to life. A monument lays before me; the mortal achieve immortality. Perfect from her Head to her Toes.
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
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