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Perfect Once

I was perfect once, but it passed me by. Pert breasts, skinny legs. I made men sigh. I was perfect once, but didn't know as about my skinny frame, my mother worried so. I was perfect once as on my wedding day. I gave him the skinniest years I'd say. I was perfect once, thing is I never knew. Never felt so sexy as I do with you. Now that I am overflowing, sensuous, voluptuous. Know my sex very well,. I can yet cast a spell. I was perfect once, and I am still. If you look for bones, there are plenty in a graveyard!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/21/2016 6:41:00 PM
This made me smile, thanks for directing me to it.
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Date: 1/9/2016 8:37:00 PM
This is perfectly written my dear , a real lovely and sweet poem , I'm delighted by your words , hugs / / :) dalia
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Jean Murray
Date: 1/10/2016 6:40:00 AM
Thank you Dalia. So many women worry needlessly, thanks to pressure from the media.
Date: 1/8/2016 3:58:00 AM
Jean love the contrast but its true and striking!!! i like the last one! :D made me chuckle... smiles!~Olive Eloisa =`)
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Date: 1/8/2016 3:48:00 PM
Thank you Olive. I like to bring a curve upwards to lips. Jean.
Date: 1/6/2016 6:27:00 PM
I really like your write and your spunk Jean. I invite you to read my "Times advances"
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Jean Murray
Date: 1/6/2016 6:41:00 PM
Well OK then Times advances it is...
Date: 1/4/2016 7:37:00 PM
ha! your cheekiness is all over this one, jean, in the most delightful way imaginable!
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Date: 1/5/2016 5:30:00 AM
Thank you Ilene. Society's attitude to sexual attractiveness has always puzzled me. When booking pregnant women at ante natal clinics, it is plain to see that size did not matter to those men. Yet, I still get a pang of (delicious) guilt when I did into my Ben and Gerry. Corsets are my new best friend.

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