The flowers on her tresses.
Blossom in nudeness.
Her nipples whisper sin.
I find them...sly yet chaste.
Her taste so enchanting.
The fragrance of her flower.
Envelopes me in darkness.
Dewed in moistness, she writes poetry.
Crushed in ecstacy, moaning in glory.
She shimmers...a reflection of sensuality.
Yes, she's the one I have been searching.
Blossom in nudeness.
Her nipples whisper sin.
I find them...sly yet chaste.
Her taste so enchanting.
The fragrance of her flower.
Envelopes me in darkness.
Dewed in moistness, she writes poetry.
Crushed in ecstacy, moaning in glory.
She shimmers...a reflection of sensuality.
Yes, she's the one I have been searching.
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