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IMPERFECT


I love the way she smiles
It slits on her face like a perfect dawn
She has a gentle heart as a dove
She is not perfect
She is fatter than I would desire
Softer than my taste
Too submissive yet I have always longed for a tigress
She is not perfect for sure     
She leaves in me this masculine desire to find her beast

But her hard working hands
Her gentle soul
Her comforting words
Her sweet womanly demeanour
Makes the sacrifice worth its taste
So I fall in love with her imperfect
She has not everything to my liking
But she will be mother to King
She will fill in my gaps and I will cover her faults
Deep in me I can see it
She has the key to my perfect
Because she is ready to bear my imperfect

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