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Women somehow melt when you have a beard,
Why is that?
It is legend to be a sign of prosperity and virility,
Mine is better than anyone else's,
Although I could be wrong and full of myself at this point,
I should probably stop talking, but I will not,
A black, brown, or grey squishy pillow for her bosom,
And white in the middle as a sort of birthmark,
Let us give her what she wants is all I am concerned of,
Tomorrow will make it better,
Wild with anticipation,
To see what plays next,
This symphony of lust,
Watch out for the flying hair.
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That last line... I have long hair so it's always flying around lol 🤩😁🌙❤️