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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
Nicole Ann Sandoval
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