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Yours is not the colour of dirt,
My Love,
But a sign you are of the Earth.
Flavourful, distinct, and enriched,
Steeped,
Like deep stouts pitched.
Shamelessness you deserve,
My Dear,
Fearless and bold in nerve.
Perhaps this rings fetishising,
But please,
See yourself worth idealising.
You are meant to be admired,
By you and I;
A beauty forever desired.
Towering and strong in your stance,
You command,
Worship and awe with a single glance.
Come, come, come and seize,
With confidence,
Will your lover to their knees.
Full bodied with swelling allure,
Expect submission,
To a goddess’ sensual grandeur.
#HI
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Conor Matthews
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