The Beauty reigns likes drops of flame.
The Body, taken from that flame and molded into such exotic frame.
Hair billowing in the wind, seductively untamed.
Visions of fated embers concerning peace and vivacity prophesized from her own eyes.
Enchantment of your lips inspires my creativity.
In my dreams I’ve watched those pretty toes dance on water a thousand times over.
Even her teeth are a delirium of cherished clarity.
She brings all that is vintage, a constant reminder of the classic, naturalistic appeal of great minded women.
Listening to this one speak, especially when it involves her passions is lyrical.
Formidable and dangerous, she is a riot of appearances; mastering any pose, slaying countless styles, and there isn’t an outfit that can destroy her good looks.
I imagine such sexy hands to be as soft, as smooth, as warm as a field of flowers in the spring.
No man has any claim over a goddess as powerful, though many desire evidently none can conquer.
Tried.
Tested.
Victorious.
She is invincible!
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