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Her skin, mild warm coffee and cream,
embodies talents rarely seen.
Her hair, lies long, a branching tree,
forever stirring, blowing free.
Her eyes, molten copper sunrise,
reflects with knowledge of the wise.
Her ears, delicate translucence,
ever listens for intelligence.
Her nose, with an occasional sniff,
poking about, gets in mischief.

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Her lips, luscious, allures this boy,
arcs in a smile sprinkling joy.
Her neck, long sleek gentility,
echoes with stern nobility.
Her breasts, firm supple, burn me like fire,
dusky nipples swell in desire.
Her belly, a strong and flat whole,
center of a creative soul.
Flower below never hasted,
petals moist, touched, teased, and tasted.
Above all, her mind bestows bliss,
undimmed by mere mortal darkness. |