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Bride
Skin softer and finer then silk, as pail as milky cream
Her lips full red berries, and just as sweet
And, oh, her hair a golden waterfall cascade down her shoulders...
So soft to the touch.
Her scent, of olden red wine....with every inhale I seem more and more intoxicated
Legs longs and smooth. Her curves molded to mimic a hourglass.
Her breasts abundant and round.
Eyes bluer than crystal waters, looking in them is as if seeing Heaven's stairwell.
Her smile? Like sun reflecting on morning's dew. Her beauty unmeasured, unrivaled.
Goddesses do not compare.
I never tire from looking at her.
Oh, I love her so...my life and my bride.
Her lips full red berries, and just as sweet
And, oh, her hair a golden waterfall cascade down her shoulders...
So soft to the touch.
Her scent, of olden red wine....with every inhale I seem more and more intoxicated
Legs longs and smooth. Her curves molded to mimic a hourglass.
Her breasts abundant and round.
Eyes bluer than crystal waters, looking in them is as if seeing Heaven's stairwell.
Her smile? Like sun reflecting on morning's dew. Her beauty unmeasured, unrivaled.
Goddesses do not compare.
I never tire from looking at her.
Oh, I love her so...my life and my bride.
Published 22nd Nov 2014
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