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I've always been drawn to within the scent of a young woman. My preferences are exact.
I do not like fat, obese, old and wrinkly, or just plain unattractive females. I'm not being pragmatic; I'm being true to my word. I've have often said it will be unusual for my life to veer off course and be either happy or miserable with a woman of no desire or lost consequence. The form is just to narrow a bandwidth to comply with Cupid's magic arrow, however many times he hit me at the behest of another. I like soft skin, I like round eyes, and I like perky tits. I like smooth thighs, round buttocks, soft feet and shiny toes. I like an indifferent attitude, mushy as puffy clouds, ignorant perspectives like a virgin in heat. I like a woman who does not yet know much of anything and needs to be taught, caressed and cared for. Women of combat belong in only one place, the front line. Discarded and written off as mere mortals, judged of low character and crime agrees with me. I want a woman to love me. I want a woman to smell me. I want a woman to share her heart and wrap herself up inside a steel wall called prominence.
I want a woman who'll call me love; I want a woman who will call me faithful. Tear drops splash over my eye waiting for the right one. 'You found him.' says Almighty. Deliver me from a path of darkness and enter me into the clouds between one breast and thigh, one nipple and one tooth. The taste of her tongue and one breath, one night and one hope
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I've always been drawn to within the scent of a young woman. My preferences are exact.
I do not like fat, obese, old and wrinkly, or just plain unattractive females. I'm not being pragmatic; I'm being true to my word. I've have often said it will be unusual for my life to veer off course and be either happy or miserable with a woman of no desire or lost consequence. The form is just to narrow a bandwidth to comply with Cupid's magic arrow, however many times he hit me at the behest of another. I like soft skin, I like round eyes, and I like perky tits. I like smooth thighs, round buttocks, soft feet and shiny toes. I like an indifferent attitude, mushy as puffy clouds, ignorant perspectives like a virgin in heat. I like a woman who does not yet know much of anything and needs to be taught, caressed and cared for. Women of combat belong in only one place, the front line. Discarded and written off as mere mortals, judged of low character and crime agrees with me. I want a woman to love me. I want a woman to smell me. I want a woman to share her heart and wrap herself up inside a steel wall called prominence.
I want a woman who'll call me love; I want a woman who will call me faithful. Tear drops splash over my eye waiting for the right one. 'You found him.' says Almighty. Deliver me from a path of darkness and enter me into the clouds between one breast and thigh, one nipple and one tooth. The taste of her tongue and one breath, one night and one hope