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Her unique shy look,
Like an aroma from a cook,
And her twinkling smile,
Like a bride on an isle,
Just turns me on,
Pretty like wet flowers at dawn,
Soft long hair like fur,
I can't get enough of her,
Not for her beauty,
Neither for her booty,
Not for the galaxies in her eyes,
Nor for her kisses during byes,
It's like a cloudless night,
Without a single bulb light,
With starlit sky,
Much much up high,
Now she whispers in my ears with a smile,
"Please, say it all again""
"I'll stop loving you,
when hell freezes"
It wouldn't hurt to share...
Breath taking
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