She looks like brand new money today and makes me feel the way new hundreds do in my hand, when the fresh currency cuts while it's meter is molested and kneaded by hungry, but knowledgeable hands...her skin seems sewn of children's smiles for miles and miles...When the sun hits her flesh with a maestro's touch, a lover can hear child's laughter such, her moan increase to reddened skin and i am crushed between "win win".
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