Feminism All softness and curves, Valleys and plains. I dream of your symmetry. Darkness and light, Chestnut hair and sky blue eyes. Those eyes see through me. Blood on paper, Crimson lips framed by pure white skin. Do they have a metallic taste? Petite frame and delicate build, So small yet graceful. Your movements sensual even in haste. Womynhood apparent, In every inch of you. You are my definition of feminism.
Reason for writing:
I have a crush on a girl at my school. She is *sighs* wonderful....
Birth sign: Pisces
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