With the essence of ellegance,
And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance,
My mind knows there's not a word in existence,
That could ever explain or express,
What my eyes see in this moment that's left my world in a mess,
As it's with the sight inside the frame of a walking goddess,
I find myself lost in a world of her within a little black dress
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Author:
Bryan Lunsford (
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- Published: November 17th, 2017 19:53
- Category: Love
- Views: 7
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