Filled with perfect imperfections whose tempered care would turn them into perfect perfections. Whose power and poise would mean the subtle grace and elegance of a tigress. A beast worth surrendering to fully. The kind of surrender that has a man worshiping the very skin that houses who she is. The she that grows ever closer to the even greater she will be. His hands would find the formations that make them healthy, comfortable...and happy. His body would be hers. Every muscle, every crease...every appendage...all hers. She would protect, she would maintain...she would love as the one and only. Even if for only just a season...it is worth the pain of gain...and loss.
My funny valentine...
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