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Sep 2013
The woman body is designed for my desires.
No matter the shape/
Let her be.
If her rolls unfold /
then her rolls I'll hold.
If she sees a tenth of her beauty than I'll see twenty.
My point...she must understand that she is one of a kind.
True Beauty can't be measured by the masses who follow catalogs .
True beauty is simple with intangible flaws.
If you really love her start with her toes....slowly .
Let her teeth sink in her lips as she waits...patiently.
Work your way up and pull her in closely ...munch.
Taste the fruit and let the juice run wild...lunch.
Fred Kinard
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