Beauty

Gentle
Rolling hills
A beauty almost
indescribable

Ten toes on slender feet
like small islands
in a fast flowing river

Legs and thighs
Soft
Fragrant
Strong
Shapely

Venous mond
Mysterious
Fragrant
Oh so fragrant
Enticing

It beckons to me
Calls me
Come my love
Take me
Enter me

A soft and supple
Abdomen
Umbilicus
Heaving with each thrust

Breasts
two small mountains
Each tipped with a small
pink tuft

Lips
as a flamingos breast
As welcoming
as an old friend

This woman
like no other
is
My country
My home
My family

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2012

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