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Every opinionevery lyrical poemthe words are the sameabout this girlI’m all hung up on. Holding handsI’ve gotten used tohow it feelsor how it feltwhen we’d spend all daycupped and lying on top oflove in and of itselfhas to be enough. We can easily spend hourskeeping to ourselvesnever missing out on the wanting. Maybe today might…

I’m tempting youto sugar coat the lovehidden insidethat dark sidewe all knowis a big part. The girl and her charmsall stubborn becauseshe’s not likingher attitudebeing all called out. Ignored,shunned,neglectedall this because her temper codewas plugged in and chargedalmost neglectedin her eyes. She’s all wound upin thisthe first dayof a new year. 2021what’s it going to…

I don’t want herto ever stop readingthese love-sick wordsexclusively for her.She undresses with each new thoughtdancing bare top and panties. Thinking, how in the fuckdid yesterday turn into today. Face it,you’re the girl with the magical charmsthat keeps spinning this web. Oh, how she’s forgottenthe power she yields,she hasn’t feltfor years now. Perhaps this is…

The start of a transitionwe only wishto peel away layers revealing the beautymade of nakedness. Beauty that’s been locked up for yearsis finally free. To roam as she wantsall cupped and warmwith an upturned glancecasually falling overher bare shoulders. Written there, on her sideare the pretty words.She honestly doesn’t mind,as long as we lookkeeping eyesaway…

These are the hourswhere beauty reigns. Treasured bodiescarried out in a waywhere passing glances compliment her look. She’s the girl,who seemingly has it all,and yet, she’s fatally flawed. She passes each and every daywith the same attentionand attraction to detail. Try and count the familiar faces. Beautiful Graceis Beauty’s Burdenshe swears she has no ideawhat…