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Stuck on the auto made for men

Beauty incomparable to those human

Looking at her

Temptates you to indulge in sin

There I go again with my own vocab

But do you understand

Her features mirror goddesses

Makes me wonder how to make her my Mrs.

Her figure so audacious

Oh those lips and those eyes

Relieves me of my sighs

Increasing the size of my smiles

Cheesin for days on end

Her heart plays, teasing my soul till its wits end 

Her, I must confess, I can no longer withstand


¥☼MOI☼¥  27 Aug 13

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