A feet away from average
approximately twenty-four hours; a walking hour glass shape.
Her eyes an euphoria, uncannily sends image of what's beneath her garments;
her skin of cadbury chocolate
skinny-dip into milk to form a hue of what her skin is.
British accent, french kisses, cupid's bow of a fallen angel,the action her lips can do are more than words,
a kiss to her lips and a hickey to moan.
Light browned color model tits and her upright quarter-inch dark nipples that sits on it like a crown,
an unframed artwork, a waffle cone to fior de latte gelato.
Sip of the freshest yoghurts drawn from her navel.
In between her legs are that of the finest materials, her thighs smooth as golden silk, thick as what's produced from where both meets
Dragging my fingers slowly over it like a dead weight, are the works of Benjamin Franklin to her neurones
my lips and tongues to those thighs could cause the dry seasons to be over and let her rain, in return I reign in her kingdom,
Surely, that's how i got lust within twenty-four hours..