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Nov 2010
When I wrap my vision around your waistline...
I get tangled in knots that butterflies tie.
Wings thin as wax paper and transparent as your soul.

Curves of flesh produce exact precision.

But hey, I'm just a connoisseur of those...features.
Those fine-lines of feminine phenomenon.
This soft, subtle, sensual creature...

Delicious pheromones parallel the purest of poetic sentences.

I would speak velvet vows to your lips.
Volumes of words get whispered in a single kiss.
Vivacious verbs flirt with hidden hips.
And those hidden hips are hidden bliss to my male mind...

I got lost in hidden hips somewhere along the line...
But first I got lost in your mind.
Got blinded by your sunshine...
Body like a wine bottle...
So fine that no words or signs can define...

Those deadly curves.
Um yah, I pretty much love womanly features=-D

Im not sure if im done with this piece yet...stay tuned
Matt Jursin
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Matt Jursin  37/M/Colorado
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