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Woman

She is an embodiment of perfection. Her face - so fulgent and good - gives a smile to my soul, her covetous lips bite my entrails in the most enticing way, arms embrace deepest film of my skin and choke my throat, when it wants to scream words she could not endure for its tantalizinig coarseness, those eyes leading up and down on me, inside out. Her words will be stuck in a cave of my brain - sentences drilling my mind and bruising my inteligence. Her personality crushes my bones and hits me to the core. Natural beauty of body, heart and mind. Only those, who thrill us, deserve to be present in our lives. Overwhelm me, I crave to be a slave.

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