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Her voice that becomes melody to my ears Her voice that becomes a song that will forever be on repeat Will always stay In my playlist. Her lips, a sweet delight, that holds a magic spell That leaves me wanting more. It's sweeter than a pack of jolly ranchers and starbursts Her body is so elegant so graceful the way she moves Is better than any dancer, the way she sways her hips side to side makes me want to grab her, hold her close, look into her very eyes, fall deep into her mind, give her all of what she dreams, fulfill all her fantasies. Fulfill her every need. Her skin so smooth, I wish to be apart of it, I wish to be the water that hits your body when you shower, feeling every inch of your skin, I wish to be the lotion that you rub gently & on your skin, to fully appreciate God's creation....( to be continued)
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May 13, 2013
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