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Your hair flows like a gentle breeze gliding over the plains.
Your smile inviting and calm but your eyes how they move me.
A sultry brown I can feel them stare me down.
Your skin smooth and when I touch you it's like feeling heaven.
All I see is physical perfection, a body that needs nothing.
Your world so sweet and moist, how I crave to ravage it's wonders.
And yet with all these splendors that you bring, it's your personality that I seek.
It frees me. When I'm around you I'm happy like a cracked out monkey.
It's funny cause even now the thought of you just makes me smile.
What am I to do with these cravings of mine?
I try an control but this passion inside moves me, makes it hard to not fullfil my desires.
And when I wake up I still smell your scent next to me even though this was all just a dream.
Just a figment of my imagination, a glimpse of my true desires of a woman that doesn't exist other then the shadowy corners of my dreams.
By Matthew Branton
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