February 13, 2003 @ 11:23 PM

Raising the future, from it's infancy

Born of the dying womb of the miserable past

Dealing with it's tantrums

Seeing her grow into full glory


Delectable breasts and shapely hips

A natural blush, seductive lips, and innocent eyes

The future, with the problems of it's youth

Keeps it's future glory a secret from all

Except it's most intimate lovers


The future, shy to be known

Is a passionately aggressive lover

When she takes you to her breast

When she pulls you in, you will know no rest

From her intimate cries and quaking pleasures

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