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~Tacenda🌿

Besides me. Lies a man for whom I may not be the most beautiful women in the world, but who appreciates me for whatever I am. Who has seen me naked. Who is gripping me in his arms each time his hand slips down. Who smells of an unknown likable fragrance. Who is putting his legs around mine unconsciously in his sleep. Who knows all my fetishes. Who is smiling as he dreams. The one who says he sees his future with me. The one who says to keep a huge boat in our future balcony, for us to have tea in the evening. Who sleeps in peace. And says he finds peace in me. Who says he is proud to have me. Who can't keep his hands off me. Who breathes with the rhythm of my pulse. So as we inhale together. I feel a part of me that he completes. Who loves my tan uneven skin. And also my bulges. Who endures my stinking pair of shoes. The one who smiles from the rear view mirror as I read each and every advertisement on the road. One who waits for me till I complete my second glass of juice. The one who kisses me for no reason. And holds me close to him.

Beside me. Lies my man.

For whom I may not be the most beautiful women in the world. But who still wants me more than any of those beautiful women in the world. ❤

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