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My Imagination

Poetry

My Imagination She's a girl from our hood; A girl from a perfect mould; Can't be matched with any other gender being' She stands still to capture her glance, In a skirt that 'closes' her thighs! She smiled looking at my side; slowly and left behind...

my imagination

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by J0s3phat

by J0s3phat

                                    
                                              This is exactly how i felt today after i meet her. She looked grown, thunder thighs and swinging hips.
                          She the girl from my village a girl from a perfect mould one you would never look with a blink. 
                          I know it was just a dream but i wish i meet the woman of my dreams. She is really cute. Wait! Please read  "My Imagination"  and don't forget to let me know how you feel about it.

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