It is in you that I find a mystical spirit, and one that has the draw of a naked flame all soft and warm, the flames swaying and rippling like a field of wheat swaying in a gentle breeze. With such an inner depth and beauty which can only to be compared to that of Cleopatra, a softness of skin and the gorgeousness of a fresh flower whose petals are about to open as the morning sun falls upon it. With your body movement which is seductive but gentle, only seen previously like the moving sands of the Sahara desert, forming soft and voluptuous ever changing curves that your eyes can only follow, ever enticing and alluring.
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