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LONGING FOR THE UNION OF THE BELOVED







Forgetting all the presentiments of former longed for breasts;

Here now before me, these mounds of Venus, these melons of

Fructified harvest arranged as suppleness waiting to be cupped.



For all my classic education on the contours of clouds, I understood

Not their billowy curvature until I saw the buoyancy of your binary

Mammaries floating in the DD cups of the supplest of signatures



Below the thoracic venue stood that area between the lower pelvic and

Chest centered by the navel loci which began the most intriguing and

Sexy trail of stomach hair culminating in the lower mound of Venus.



Now, as long as a man is breathing, he is summoned to all of the

Highways and byways of these curves which his is barely able to

Negotiate unless he knows he can safely park his member within her.



Unless he allows her to guide him, his inner gyroscope will go far amiss

For her dizzying curves have no guard rails and the sheer cliffs from

Her shoulders and pelvic dips leave your stomach to kiss your mouth.



Finally, she disrobes and now you are in a Cinderella land where the

Curves not only meet your eye but you hands become dizzy as well in

Cascading the never ending roundness of her more than ample rear.



Have you forgotten that she can revoke you license to navigate these

Curves and that you are there at the behest of a goddess who knows

The very secret of your soul’s longing for the union of the beloved.