Girl Of My Dreams

Girl Of My Dreams

A Poem by Immortal Beloved

Her hair any color she wants, don’t matter to me.

Eyez blue as the ocean.

Skin soft, & smooth like silk, color don’t matter.

Works and knows how to twork.

Her lips tender as a rose.

Her a*s: rare, medium, well done.

Her voice so soft, angelic, and heavenly.

The body made from a goddess.

Her love deeper than any that I know.

Be there when I need her.

This is my dream girl.

 

© 2009 Immortal Beloved


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Added on August 9, 2009

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Immortal Beloved
Immortal Beloved

Manchester, MD



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My heroes are males and females who report that they were raped no matter how long ago it was you are my true heroes no matter what people say YOU guys are the true heroes!!! and you got my respect 10.. more..

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