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, Im 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... I got lost in your mind. I got blinded by your pure sunshine... So fine that no words or signs can define...Aftrnoon
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:03:36 +0000
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