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Comments about Nymphet Veruschka
She's mystical as the moon
in the night.
High on its beautiful peak.
Her body wrapped in the purest skin.
She indulges her cup of tea,
her lips moaning at every taste.
The Rarest substance of all, with a dash
of Taiwanese and a hint of English.
Her Bindi lightens the mist in her
She breaths in me,
a feeling of rebirth at her touch.
Displaying a scent of Aphrodite,
uniquely painted in the eyes of the Gods.
Hair blooming down her back,
Lips having the warmth of the sun.
Calm as a cat.
Motioned as a poet.
An exotic flower ...