Beauty’s vail

A frog to a princess,a princess to a prince,either way beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,to look upon a friend and to look upon a stranger lets cut the pretense there's no time for childish behavior,woman compose yourself in the most modest of ways for when I shall sought let it not be for days,my expectation are high an my hormones rage to have you caught up in my mental cage,kisses leave bruises blisters of pleasurable pain this rhythmic dance is all fair for gain so dance an we dance in this pleasurable pain not a moment to spear I shall drive you insane..!!

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