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Version 2 My moonlight eyes Might have been part of heavenly things. My fingers Are angelic in form. My legs Slender,attractive and obviously the ones that attracted him more to me. I am beautiful. I am not too tall, But my plumpness kind of fits my height Perfectly. Yet, I am sure he was concerned more By the backside than the wonderful bump My chest makes against his. Why me? But why not? I am the beauty of his eyes, The satisfaction of all his lustful desires. So isn't one less beautiful than me more fortunate? For no big bellied man in his richness Can dare approach a woman he is less satisfied with. I see it all in his eyes. My silky skin, My adorable smile, And the totally kissable lips are all he ever thinks of. But if I am too beautiful to attract a man my own father's father's age, Then beauty is a curse.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
Beauty is a curse
Version 2 My moonlight eyes Might have been part of heavenly things. My fingers Are angelic in form. My legs Slender,attractive and obviously the ones that attracted him more to me. I am beautiful. I am not too tall, But my plumpness kind of fits my height Perfectly. Yet, I am sure he was concerned more By the backside than the wonderful bump My chest makes against his. Why me? But why not? I am the beauty of his eyes, The satisfaction of all his lustful desires. So isn't one less beautiful than me more fortunate? For no big bellied man in his richness Can dare approach a woman he is less satisfied with. I see it all in his eyes. My silky skin, My adorable smile, And the totally kissable lips are all he ever thinks of. But if I am too beautiful to attract a man my own father's father's age, Then beauty is a curse.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
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