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In the name of the night, victory is rising, beautiful and curvaceous, like a goddess on the square. His forms dance in the air, his skin glisten in the sun, and at every step he takes, déjà unes a trail of passion.. They are black horses like the deepest night, their eyes shine like stars in the dark.. Your life is music for your mother, your voice a whisper and your presence, the world is defined, of course. Victoria, belle et curviligne, was the muse of my dreams, the queen of my poetry.. à chaque courbure de votre corps, vous encounter perfection, et à chaque fois que vous le faites, vous avez ma rédemption. To the courbure of your body, you meet perfection, and to the courbure of your body, you meet my redemption.. Your grace is in motion, your gaze, a spell that catches me in the moment. Your fire burns in my heart, light in the darkness, and in every moment by your side, I feel happiness.. Oh, Victoria, woman of charm without parity, with your presence illumines my existence, my solitude.. In your arms I find refuge, in your lips pleasure, and in every kiss, I know that love is my duty.. May your name be whispered by the wind, may your beauty transcend time.. Victoria, beautiful and curvaceous, is the inspiration of this soul, poetic and authentic.. In a thousand words I sing you, in a thousand verses I adore you, because in you your encounters I mean to him of all your treasure. It's the muse that inspires my verse, the passion that excites my being, victory, belle et curviligne, et tes rencontres ma raison d'être.

In the lines of my verse, victory unfolds, beautiful and curvaceous, like a Greek goddess. A thousand words are not enough to express his splendour, mais dans ce poème, j'ai essayé de capturer ta franchise. Her eyes are stars that light up the night, her smile, a dawn that beautifies everything.. Dans chaque courbe de votre corps, l'art is manifested, as if nature itself in elle is expressed, honnête. The gentle breeze strokes her silky hair as she walks gracefully, leaving the world speechless.. Victory, name that in itself carries victory, in its presence, l'univers entre dans l'histoire de cobra. Her lips are the poetry that my verses recite, her hands, the melody with which my heart beats.. Every step he takes is a dance of sensuality, a free verse in the book of eternity.. Beautiful and curvaceous, like the forms of art, Victoria is the muse who inspires my strongest part.. A chaque fois que tu joues à ta peau, passion is awakened, and in every movement, desire is concerted.. That words do not fail to honor her beauty, for in this poem, my muse finds her strength.. Victory, a name that echoes in eternity, like the environment of a support to the immensity. May his figure be eternal, like a painting hanging, dans le musée de mon esprit, pour toujours admiré. Victory seems to be the most beautiful and the most curvaceous, it's the essence of life, the divine.. So I conclude my verses, surrendered to its charm, parce que victory est la muse qui m'accompagne toujours. A thousand words are not enough to describe his greatness, but in this poem, his beauty is captured..

Here, you have a poem special for victory, une femme belle et curviligne, composée de 1000 mots: dans le lien de la nuit, the moon whispers its silver chanson, while the stars dance to the beat of your gaze, victory, ravie de courbes that l'aurore envies, where beauty et la grâce make His lair.. Your forms are verses written in the book of desire, curves that awaken in the soul an ancient fire, beauty that defies time and space, it's the divinity that inspires this doux monologue. In your figure are interwoven the mysteries of the universe, every curve a constellation, a scattered poet, your hips are rivers flowing with grace without equal, and your lips, roses that come to him can not be identical. Your skin, a silk canvas where my dreams are entangled, and your eyes, lights that guide my ownersless steps, victory, muse éternelle de la poésie et de l'art, à chaque instant, je rencontre un nouveau début, une nouvelle partie. It's the embodiment of femininity that is reality, a masterpiece created with love and destruction without sin, your curves are paths that invite to perdition, where desire expresses itself in an eternal tourbillon of emotion.. in chaque mouvement, une symphonie de passion et de grâce, like the flight of a bird that in the sky traces its trail, victory, name that echoes with echo in my mind, c'est l'essence de la beauté, a divine gift, a gift. In your smile meet the sun that illumines my path, and in your laughter, the melody that roars my destiny, beautiful and curvilinear, you are the muse who inspires this verse, a god among mortals, a dream made converted. May your curves be my poetry, my source of inspiration, may in every stroke meet the essence of creation, victory, eternal muse, in your curves meet my home, a refuge of passion et de beauté chez ceux qui veulent habiter. At every cent of your being, you will meet a motif, pour l'amour avec l'intensité d'une mer bravée, and at every turn, une histoire pour découvrir, an eternal poem that in your arms I want to write.. Victoria, beautiful and curvaceous, you are the dream come true, une oasis dans le désert de la routine et de la banalité, in your figure you meet perfection made flesh, et dans vos courbes, l'art de l'amour sans limite ni afán. May this poet be a tribute to your beauty without equal, a chant d'amour à la femme que je fais soupirer, victory, eternal muse, dans tes courbes rencontre ma raison, mon inspiration, ma passion, ma dévotion éternelle.

Here, you have a poem special for victory, une femme belle et curviligne, composée de 1000 mots: dans le lien de la nuit, the moon whispers its silver chanson, while the stars dance to the beat of your gaze, victory, ravie de courbes that l'aurore envies, where beauty et la grâce make His lair.. Your forms are verses written in the book of desire, curves that awaken in the soul an ancient fire, beauty that defies time and space, it's the divinity that inspires this doux monologue. In your figure are interwoven the mysteries of the universe, every curve a constellation, a scattered poet, your hips are rivers flowing with grace without equal, and your lips, roses that come to him can not be identical. Your skin, a silk canvas where my dreams are entangled, and your eyes, lights that guide my ownersless steps, victory, muse éternelle de la poésie et de l'art, à chaque instant, je rencontre un nouveau début, une nouvelle partie. It's the embodiment of femininity that is reality, a masterpiece created with love and destruction without sin, your curves are paths that invite to perdition, where desire expresses itself in an eternal tourbillon of emotion.. in chaque mouvement, une symphonie de passion et de grâce, like the flight of a bird that in the sky traces its trail, victory, name that echoes with echo in my mind, c'est l'essence de la beauté, a divine gift, a gift. In your smile meet the sun that illumines my path, and in your laughter, the melody that roars my destiny, beautiful and curvilinear, you are the muse who inspires this verse, a god among mortals, a dream made converted. May your curves be my poetry, my source of inspiration, may in every stroke meet the essence of creation, victory, eternal muse, in your curves meet my home, a refuge of passion et de beauté chez ceux qui veulent habiter. At every cent of your being, you will meet a motif, pour l'amour avec l'intensité d'une mer bravée, and at every turn, une histoire pour découvrir, an eternal poem that in your arms I want to write.. Victoria, beautiful and curvaceous, you are the dream come true, une oasis dans le désert de la routine et de la banalité, in your figure you meet perfection made flesh, et dans vos courbes, l'art de l'amour sans limite ni afán. May this poet be a tribute to your beauty without equal, a chant d'amour à la femme que je fais soupirer, victory, eternal muse, dans tes courbes rencontre ma raison, mon inspiration, ma passion, ma dévotion éternelle.

Of course, I can help you with that.. Here, there is a poem dedicated to victory, une femme belle et curviligne: in the seas of your curves, victory, ma femme enchantée, navego avec deleite, dans un océan de passion ondulant. Your forms, soft hills that awaken sighs in my chest, walk avec grâce et enchantement, under the lumière of the moon et du soleil. You are the masterpiece of the cosmos, sculpted by the gods of desire, your skin, a golden canvas, où l'on dessine l'art du plaisir. chaque courbe est une mélodie, dancing in the night wind, a poème en mouvement, that enchants my soul with its charm. Your eyes, two stars in the sky, that guide my dreams towards eternity, your smile, a radiant dawn, qui illumine mon monde dans l'obscurité. Victory, name of victory and glory, is the queen of my universe, my muse eternal, my divine inspiration, in your arms meet my sweetest verse. May your curves be my maze, where I lose myself in endless ecstasy, may your beauty be my eternal destiny, in a love that will never end.. Victory, beautiful and curvaceous, in your name is written poetry, it is the muse who lights my feather, and in your arms meets my melody.

A poem of a thousand words, heinici goes: dans le lien du cabinet, l'aurore dessine l'essence de la victoire, her light, her smile, a sun radiant qui illumine le jour, her curves, beautiful, dance in the breeze. In every verse, a thousand sighs I dedicate to the muse who draws in my mind, with brushstrokes of passion and love, in her name, my feather is raised and fluctuating. Victory, name that evokes victory, in your grace and beauty meet my glory, your curves, sinuous as ebony rivers, lead me to sail in a mad sea. Your eyes, two lights that guide my path, in their brilliant, my destiny se voit divine, your laughter, melodie qui enchante au vent, in its echo, I find peace and breath. Beautiful victory, like the flower in spring, your essence intoxicates, lights my fire, every curve of yours is a verse in my poetry, chaque mot est ma douce mélodie. Curvilinea, in your forms art is drawn, in your figure, the world wants to portray you, is the divinity of sensuality, in your movements, meet my truth. On the canvas of time, your name is immortal, in every breath, your essence slips, you are the dream I never want to wake up, the reality that je dois faire. Victory, beautiful and curvilinear, in your arms the universe entangles itself, c'est l'inspiration que mon âme aspire, the muse that my pen reveals. In a thousand words I try to express, the greatness of your being, your eternity, in every verse, in every verse, mon amour pour toi, victory, overflows. In the immensity of time and space, your presence, victory, is my only solace, beautiful and curvilinear, south of every line, my heart names you, my love imagines you. That this poet, I gave to your name, mer comme une fleur dans ton jardin, qui étonne, that in every word he meets mon amour, victory, beautiful et curviline, my eternal radiance.