they love your smile, smile more they tell you. But remember to hide the scars of happiness, the smile lines and crooked crows feet. They love your wide hips, small waist, nice tits. You're getting older you better get to having kids, but your boobs had better not sag, God forbid.
A pretty girl like you should not be of the shy kind. But don't be cocky, that's unladylike. You're such a bore, get out more live life, but be careful not to be a whore or you'll never be a wife.
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For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormalA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.
