There wasn't anything exceptional about her exterior beauty.
Except for those jet kohled eyes.
Except for those lusciously inviting lips.
Except for the mole on her nose tip.
Except for the dark waves that cascaded down her hips.
There wasn't anything exceptional about her
As she waited on the stretcher to be examined.
She disturbed my frame
Yet displaying cool professionalism I felt her pulse.
Pushing aside her flimsy gown,
I chanced upon a mole nestled between her breasts.
So beautifully conspicuous, it stirred my inner urges.
Restraining, I tried to find the foreboding lump in her breast.
But all that I found was her sumptuous flesh.
I lingered with feathery touches.
They responded with liveliness.
Emboldened, I undraped the last virtue of thread.
Ohh her twin assets, so ripe were they
But what caught my eye was the mole perched on her nipple, so subtly catching.
I brushed my lips over it, she arched to fill me
I pushed her back only to examine the other.
And there was another encircling her areola.
Enchanted with such rarity
I devoured each of them with earnestness
As she clutched my hair squashing me in her breasts.
Moments passed, she pushed me further down
Where she was alive with her over powering muskiness.
There it was next to her petals,
Her ultimate beauty.
That was it.
The last strawberry.
The stretcher served as our gateway to heaven.
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