The perfection of nature


Out she goes on an evening walk,
Into the shower after daily work.
Still wet from the shower and clean as she could be,
But no under-garment is what you will see.

As her wet big chest are trace on her shirt,
You will wonder what size it would be.

You can see it as transperent as it could be,
Her red pointy tips of her big size-B
Don't know what to say weather fresh or healthy,
If only I can touch one time is where the answer will be.

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