December 9th, 2004


Seven: Maxrat827

Fourteen Models, A Reflective Series

She holds the light that I walk toward. She finds my laughter when I’ve lost it. She never believes me, when I tell her that men speak of her beauty when she’s not there, her gold hair and curves, her eyes and smooth skin. She doesn’t believe me, but it's true, all the same.
I need to make this beautiful woman into a Frat boy named Moose. I believe in challenges.

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