I love to explore
Every part of her
To find all the mysteries
She keeps hidden.
I will never stop finding them
She is too deep
To dry up of all her
Perfect imperfections
That I love.
Her ecclesiastic skin
Tell stories where my
Fingers touch
And I could jump
Into her eyes
And lose myself there.
Surrender to my love for her
And all her
Perfect imperfections.
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