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She’s well-grounded in God, family, and friends. She’s got voluptuous lips and a nice smile to go with it. A bit of a broken past, but it’s given her character. She dances when nobody’s around and moves in her own way. She thinks the most abstract thoughts and acknowledges the most minuscule details. Nice round eyes with a luminous, hazel glaze. She’s the sun’s reflection, the moon’s projection. She’s got unbeatable style accompanied by long, black hair. Sex hair was the term. She’s got a distinct attitude you wouldn’t like at first, but would grow to love in time. She’s the type you have to work for, and I mean working on the humor, the sarcastic cheesy lines, the real substance of thought-provoking conversations—the things that last, the inside jokes that get you all giddy from the inside out. Take her like a woman, treat her like a lady. She might just be your type of girl. If you love her, love her deeply with respect, mutuality, fidelity, honesty. Be affectionate, be private—she loves the secrecy and exclusiveness of the companionship. She doesn’t need the whole world to know about her worth; she just needs you to feel worthy of her worth. She’s the kind of girl you might wanna wake up to, say good morning to, and wrap legs with. You might remember the aroma of her skin and the dip of her back, or maybe the kinds of things she says that she would say to no one else but you—how special you would be if you might have her. I pray she doesn’t change anytime soon, let alone engage with someone else. I would’ve just called her gorgeous or beautiful, but who would take the easy way out after witnessing a woman like her?

(Source: jonathanpham, via alanjaro)

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