She had

Green. Brown. Blue eyes.

Her skin was porcelain white. Golden bronze. Creamy vanilla.

Naturally, she was German. Puerto Rican. American.

And it was only when getting close did I fall in love with her aquamarine eyes. Buttery lips. Supple tush.

 
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