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Oct 2014
She is the definition of beauty,
For the first time I laid eyes on her,
I did not only melt in the sight of her beauty,
But,
The way she made me feel,
When her lips touched mine,
The way her delicate soft, gentle hands made trails around my
lips,
Body,
Touching every layer of matter,
Within me.
Oh!
The desires she filled in me,
They made me feel so weak,
Yet submissive,
And willing to feel.
Queen
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Queen  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   Rose, --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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