My girlfriend is a beauty.
Short sholder length dark hair as soft as silk gives way to sexy slightly muscular shoulders. A light dusting of almost unnoticable freckles accents her flawless olive skin. her breasts are so perfectly matched and rounded, perky and upturned. her gorgeous hourglass figure yields an alluring curvature which accents her supple buttocks and extends smoothly to her toned volley ball players legs.
The female form is a work of art indeed and she is displayed most prominently in the museum of my mind - in a class all by herself.
of course being a woman she sees none of this. She looks in the mirror and observes a minor flaw here, a scar there, a couple of pounds she wishes she didnt have.
the kiss of her lips and the easiness of her embrace erases the world around me in an instant... in her presence i feel as if i am in the presence of grace, beauty and greatness.... but no matter what i tell her or how i plead my case she cannot believe this.
i only wish she could see herself for a fleeting moment as i see her.
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