As of fine wine your cut flaxen glistening bright with not a single one out of place I long to drink in . With frame so square and angular I enfold and cave into day dreaming desire . Your entire enclosure butressed by strong bone and angle is pillow wing down fill to my head longing to rest . Your image my eyes take in assuaging my brains need of pleasure release to receive a comfort akin to happiness yet all the while with in soul I am tormented .
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