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Post by Ivan Carswell on Jul 10, 2008 6:22:51 GMT -5
Formerly: None Is Spared Your Handsome Smile
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes – framed in a countenance of innocence passes not unheeded. Those transient's hallway smiles and greetings offered through your door are slyly seeking kisses you unwittingly bestow each time you purse your lips and say hello.
There is a pleasured bounty in your pretty face suffused with guileless feelings unconcealed to every passer-by, and none is spared your handsome smile revealing each a courted glance, a promised tryst, an aired caress, a moment of significance.
And when you venture forth your lines are pleasing to the watcher's eye, of softened curves and billows in a tidy form that draws a wish of muted sighs. Voluptuous and languid grace placates your urgent stride and pillows breast and buttock in a sultry swell, all undulating gently with the tide.
Were you ungirded of conventions stays and flowed to fill the place you own in natural flesh, unrestrained allure would so ignite this reverie that lust would burst its seams; your naked charm, that promise in your smile, beckons madness in its sweetest form and titillates illicit, luscious dreams. © 1981, I.D. Carswell
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