Her eyes are gentle windows into a struggled soul.
The softness of het skin, equaled only by spun silk.
Lilac and roses are its scent.
Her grace is as a butterfly's dance.
Her beauty is but once a lifetime.
I am forever drawn to her purity and her tender heart.
Lost in her eyes, and consumed by her warmth.
-Johnny V.
The softness of het skin, equaled only by spun silk.
Lilac and roses are its scent.
Her grace is as a butterfly's dance.
Her beauty is but once a lifetime.
I am forever drawn to her purity and her tender heart.
Lost in her eyes, and consumed by her warmth.
-Johnny V.
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