Vinz poetry-21 lines for her hips

O my! Wondrous soul.. Could feel this Beauty blowing breeze. She’s as neat as color white As clean as a sterilized object O my! Wondrous soul. She has this face of an Angel Yet attracts the devil Like bean and a weavil. All organic like trees in the garden Her gaze could overcharge the sun […]

via #21 lines for her hips — Vinz Poetry

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