They, the beautiful
with their curvaceous frames
sip their caramel swirl latte's
as I read the mornings news
In my corner abode
steaming smooth, sensations
erupt from their cover girl
strawberry lips
Into a state of satisfaction
A wink perhaps from one
intensifies my gazing
pounding into submission
my hopeful yearning
simply a smile
God sent
they show case
model framed torsos'
elegance
pride
sheer beauteous
Damsels in morning
Not mourning
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Beautiful description. Entire use of words. keep on SusxGLx