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His hands are rough as stone.

His eyes are filled with fire.

His hair is brown like a mocha.

His head rest perfectly on top of my head.

His hands maybe rough but they are gentle when he touches me.

His eyes are filled with fire but fire of love for me.

His hair is brown like the mocha he brings me every morning.

His height is the perfect place to kiss my head whenever I go need him. 

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