A Naked Body Not Open For Viewing
So what? You've seen her naked right? You've seen her pure unclothed body. You've touched her soft skin, you've careessed her naked body, into your pure untocuhed, unscarred body right? She's released her beautiful, pure, untocuhed, unscarred body into your scrred, beaten up, bruised hands. Her face a masterpiece, her body, a magnificent work of art, and you? your face beaten up, bruised, weak. For so long she longed for someone like you. She longed for the nights where you made her feel, what? Beautiful, like the only girl in the world. You made her feel like a masterpiece, and magnificent work of art. little do yuo know what comes with a beautiful, magnificent work of art, is the heart behind it, the soul, the deep down past of where she has been torn apart piece by piece by piece. And quite frankly, i don't think you are ready for that. You've caressed her untouched, unscarred body, however have you caressed the touched, the scared, and the beaten up heart? Have you seen her soul? Have you felt her warm nice hair, have you saw anything but her anatomy? Because my darling, if you haven't, you have lost. You have to dig deeper and you have to feel every inch of her soul to find out that she's not just a piece of untouched, unscarred, meat. She's more than that. And if you can only see the untocuhed, unscarred, body of hers, than my dear you are not good enough for her. She deserves more than that. She is not just a piece of anatomy, that you thought was actually chemistry. You used her for her untocuhed, unscarred body. And you broke her down, and eventually her perfect untouched body became a used, touched, scared body. And you my dear are the one to blame.
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