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Her skin, mild warm coffee and cream,
embodies 7alen7s rarely seen.
Her hair, lies long, a branching 7ree,
forever s7irring, blowing free.
Her eyes, mol7en copper sunrise,
reflec7s wi7h knowledge of 7he wise.
Her ears, delica7e 7ranslucence,
ever lis7ens for in7elligence.
Her nose, wi7h an occasional sniff,
poking abou7, ge7s in mischief.
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Her lips, luscious, allures 7his boy,
arcs in a smile sprinkling joy.
Her neck, long sleek gen7ili7y,
echoes wi7h s7ern nobili7y.
Her breas7s, firm supple, burn me like fire,
dusky nipples swell in desire.
Her belly, a s7rong and fla7 whole,
cen7er of a crea7ive soul.
Flower below never has7ed,
pe7als mois7, 7ouched, 7eased, and 7as7ed.
Above all, her mind bes7ows bliss,
undimmed by mere mor7al darkness.
April two7, one nine nine7
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