Curves.
All I can think about are
Curves.
Straight lines are boring.
Strait is boring.
Curves.
Now that's entertaining.
Lips.
Lip gloss touching my lips.
Heaven.
Hair,
Miles long
Brushing against my cheek;
So soft.
Now that I know the truth,
I'm so free,
And I'm ok with saying
Curves is what I need.
So beautiful,
I love you...
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