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What I Found

Her curves are so sweet,

My hands run along her comfortably.

Her skin, so soft,

Smells of sweet honey.

 

The way her hair falls,

Perfect at all times.

My fingers run through it,

And become intertwined.

 

Her pretty mouth,

Makes words so delicate.

How she crosses her legs,

And sits so eloquent.

 

Charismatic, a goddess really,

How did everyone else miss this?

How did no one see?

This girl, this woman,

Is gorgeous as could be.

 

The definition of perfection,

Because nothing has a fault.

The meaning of "Angel",

Innocence, and a sweet heart.

 

Like a goddess,

She will be worshiped,

By my heart and mind.

 

The perfect woman, is suddenly mine.

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Written by
caroline
22 / American
Published
Mar 12, 2013
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