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Guess the Disguise, Perhaps Win a Prize: Melodic Need of Attention
Soft, caramel skin; butterscotch nipples; juicy plump peach; curious eyes, black Egyptian felt hair, smelt like a garden of orchids. Hair black as the Nile, black like a crow.
Eyes deep as the darkest river, lips plump like pumpkin skin, breathe like Carnation milk. Her voice sweet and soothing, kind of like a hummingbird's hymn, so precious, so delicate, so discrete, dim. Early this morning, whispers, never seething, so light we could still hear the quietest creatures, crackling leaves outside your Ocean home.
Eyes deep as the darkest river, lips plump like pumpkin skin, breathe like Carnation milk. Her voice sweet and soothing, kind of like a hummingbird's hymn, so precious, so delicate, so discrete, dim. Early this morning, whispers, never seething, so light we could still hear the quietest creatures, crackling leaves outside your Ocean home.
Published 1st Dec 2011
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