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| With eyes a rich deep mahogany, and skin a golden tan. The body of a god, I've envisioned my perfect man. 5'8"-to-5'11", with lips full and sweet. Beautiful hair to run my fingers through, with nice and soft feet. He'd always smell good, and he'd have a kind heart. He'd always and forever love me from the start. He should have money, not rich, but not poor. He'd pull out my chair, and open doors. A gentleman he would be, a true friend, a companion. When asked if he has a girlfriend, he'd say "Yes i do, I've got one." He'd have a good sense of humor, but knows when to stop. A real romantic to the core. cause he's send me forget-me-nots. He'd warm me when i'm cold, and cool me when i'm hot. He'd know just when i need him, which would be more often than not. I know the things i want and need, and in this man, they're there to see. But my perfect man could just not be. |
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