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Your Tailor

The smell of your perfume still lingers, like your enchanting smile, long after you are gone. You left this place saturated by your sweet fragrance. Your intoxicating aroma fills my heart with desire and drives my mind mad with longing.

I stand there watching, as you walk away. As you give meaning to the sway in your hips. Subtle chants and hungry eyes follow the loveliness of your lustrous figure. Wow! Those big hips. Hips in need of space to move around in. They don't like to be held back. Enslaved. Magic hips, known to put a spell on men. The way you walk and wiggle that ass, really gives your tush a touch of class.

I stared, unashamed. For a second there, you turned. Our eyes meet, releasing electrical bullets that shoot down my spine and pierce my heart causing it to jump in a senseless coup d'e tat. Did you catch that glimpse of desire in my eye! My gaze penetrating your skin! I wonder.

Neat as color white, with the face of an angel. Girl, you can create confusions in heaven. Your hips, they got a thing. Broad and broadcasting. Until you've seen, you wouldn't believe they could tear a jean. So ravishing. Your body, youthful with curves in the right places. Your sexy legs, draw my attention to their hidden treasures. Under that dress, your breasts push towards my hands. An ample bust indeed.

I vision you in that night gown and my face begins to blush. As I tenderly raise it off your thighs, my lips meeting the inside of your imperfection. Just one touch, to take me a million stars away. Heavenly bliss. My fingers toy with you in caresses and you alone know them till the morning. I squeeze your breasts to the delight, hold them to their perfect shapes.

And now I want all the inappropriate things. A long smile, a hug, a kiss, extended eye contact, the sweet silky garden flowing with sweet nectar between those gorgeous thighs. No,no. Scratch that. I want to sit with you, kissing your ear, the one with two earrings, moving my lips to the warm side of your neck. Then retreat. Look into your big brown eyes and tell you with a fearful warmth that I can barely stand my love for you and the catch in your eyes lights up that aching want. The only thing worth fighting for.

I want to get caught in something words can't express. Swept away in something only felt deep within our hearts. I want us to realize that the best things in life are given without regret and worked for with a little sweat. Now I must sit down, get back to work, lest I swoon whilst thinking of your well toned moon.

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