Flowing like a river, it brings a silvery black to the realm of touch. A shade of depth and understanding, like hot-chocolate-eyes, it sits on a face flowing into a petite ridge, cutely rounded to a perfection; pointing into what can only be described as ‘a mouth’ succulent to look at and invitingly moist to the touch, well settled on a hard well defined cradle. Grace like a neck leads imagination to a slender curvaceous front to what can only be described as the music of beauty and lust immersed in the guilt of a thought on the back burner. The perspiration of all that passion rolls down the intersection of the hills and the valley. Lost in the slim, tight and tanned perfection, don’t think I’m going to reach the yonder in any hurry! The gaze moves on like a cold ice cube on a hot pan to the steamy waterfall below. Curves to the sight and supple to the touch, persuading you to gasp at the glossy-wet tone of the sorry excuse for a strut, luring you on to dribble at the form and the shape in this culmination of mother-nature at the epitome of her creative genius.
Congratulations! Your curiosity has led you to a pinnacle of thought without ever having described anything conclusively. Thanks for the imagery anyway!
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