Portrait of Beauty

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Glabrous
Glabrous
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Portrait of Beauty

As a woman
Lips of wondrous silken flesh
Padded slit of maidenhood, delicate
Free, open, unbounded
Tucked with beautiful abandon
Freedom of movement and sight
Unrestricted gift of agility
Stretching, reaching
Clothing with glory
Alluring fascination of gender
Epicenter of power

Pink rosebud draped with hood of satin skin
Pearl of pleasure
Tucked in moist splendor
Modesty of power reaching within
To hidden channels of ecstacy
Stretching, resting, sweet icing of flesh
Sweet to the taste, succulent and tender
Engorged with delight
Your feminine folds, like flower petals
Sensual core of gratification
Lush satin skin, delicate and enticing
Intimate creases nestling within lips of delight
Enveloping, gracing
Wonderfully bare, and splayed with beauty
Beads of arousal, sweet like nectar
Refreshing as the morning dew

Woven in royal unison
Slowly spreading
Intimate curtains of soft velvet, parting
Revealing secret treasures within
Intricately formed and shaped
Unique to all

Adorned by mons of flesh, gentle mount
Subtle yet striking
Raised testament to enchanting obsession
Drawing down, and between
To your portal of desire
Gripping from within
Clenching, squeezing
Portrait of Beauty

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