The beauty that covers her outwardly is but a shadow of what lies beneath. If you knew of the constant reconstruction inwardly, you would deem her damaged goods, yet God dwells among broken pieces; mending them as she moves in the solitude of His safekeeping. She, like fine wine, has endured the pressure of the wine-press; trodden upon by lifes trials, and finally stored for the proper time. The dawning of her day is upon us all; she has come of age. (Quintessential Beauty - From Erotic Soul Food - Recipes For Intimacy) Coming Soon...I promise. :-)
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