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Oct 2014
Her belly swollen like a mother should be.
I ask her every morning "my dear how much candy did you eat because your SO gosh **** sweet?"
I love her because my flower is growing as we speak inside her.
Her skin is so clear and all a glow, the color of a hershey kiss.
A hershey kiss that I would kiss over and over again.
Her eyes are so round and bright like two big dark chocolate whoopers.
Two big dark chocolate whoopers that I love getting to the coconut center.
Her hair so bouncy and thick, just like cotton candy.
Cotton candy that will be passed down to our little ginger bread man.
And oh her smile, you could never forget, so bright and lively like skittles, oh what I would do taste the rainbow once more.
She is MY sugar mama, I would never trade her for the universe. Baby I love you and baby I love OUR baby.
Field Of Moons
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Field Of Moons
   Xan Abyss and SPT
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