she is.
my release.
while i run my hands through her hair
an twist my fingers in her curls
she purrs.
when i softly kiss her neck,
you know that spot right there,
she moans in delight.
i watch her breasts rise an fall
wit her gentle breaths
her curls cascade down her back.
my eyes follow the curves of her body
an i imagine us.
together
makin the most passionate love
my imagination is so vivid wit these thoughts of her
so vivid
my words as eloquent as they may be
will never encompass this passion
this desire
she is beautiful.
she is mine
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