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Aug 2017
My temple for where I warship her.
Her beauty.
My goddess.
Years I have slaved away to build her up to what she is.
Only to stand there as a memory in stone.
Her hips to her lips perfection in the finest term.
Oh how I'm lost without your grace.
Goddess come back to me so I can worship once more.
Dmh
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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