In realms of verse, let's paint a picture fair,
Of beauty's grace, a woman beyond compare.
With flowing hair, cascading long and free,
Her eyes adorned with hues of purple, we see.
Her legs, a vision, long and slender,
Graceful limbs, a testament to splendor.
Luscious lips that speak words so sweet,
Captivate hearts, a body I greet.
And yet, in tender whispers, we confess,
Of attributes known, we seek to address.
Her lactating breasts, nourishing and full,
Symbolize life's essence, love intertwined.
A fullness within, a vessel of creation,
Her vibrant femininity, a divine sensation.
As she walks, elegance adorns each stride,
Her enchanting presence, impossible to hide.
The taste of sweetness, a rare sensation,
Her rectum's allure, a delicate libation.
A symphony of senses, a tantalizing sensation,
A mingling of desires, where passions meet.
In this poetic dance, we celebrate her glow,
A woman unique, a marvel to know.
A fusion of beauty, both inside and out,
She embodies desire, to her man without doubt.
So let us raise a glass to this portrait sublime,
A woman of radiance, transcending time.
In twenty lines, we captured but a glimpse,
Of her essence, a tapestry of beauty's imprints.
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