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The Intimacy of her Haute Couture....(Venus Kalipygos)

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�.a rouge fantasia, �
fabrique satin� �
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her tunic �
�� dress �
�� casually �
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traces her � �
svelte outline, �
shaping her body with great finesse �
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her natural, curled hair, �
each exploding tress �
caressing her lightly �
freckled facade, �
oh how these lips of mine �
feast upon..... �
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�.her eyes �
and her smile �
sensual shapes �
in the low, warm light �
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we dance for just awhile �
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I hold her close to me �
whispering words, �
nothing particularly astute �
you see �
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fingertips �
reading every curve �
as closely as braille �
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�.that's all that matters to me �
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my hands gently examine the fabric �
of her gentle dress �
Haute Couture, �
the warmth of her breast �
against my chest �
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digitizing each sensual curve �
mesmerized � �
by her �
"callipygian cleft" �
eclipsing her taupe �
and brown round �
"Bunda"... 'bout to scare myself to death�
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(�.I am all caught up) �
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as fingers caress �
the lacy accoutrement � �
of her french panties �
stopping just shy �
of the hem of her flirtatious, tunic dress �
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(�.to simply touch the hem of her garment, I shall be made whole and highly blessed) �
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her legs flowing like the Nile, �
from her shapely thighs �
to her sculpted calves �
connecting to her � �
five �
inch �
heels, �
deliciously pedicured �Amop�'d� �
feet..... �
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�..swaying to the music �
a relaxed, so seductive beat, �
beneath her garment �
deep between her thighs �
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a smoldering heat. �
this slow burning �
affirmation of her erotic arousal �
it's fragrance, intoxicating �
oh so bittersweet �
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a most intimate Haute Couture �
for this man's eyes to see �
in the warm glow of �
incandescent light �
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it's on between you and me....... �