of course i will.
she was stunning.
i can still feel the curves
of her on my hand.
she was gentle,
and quiet.
warm at times while
at other times
quite hot,
i could almost see and smell
the smoke
that came out of her
from blocked vents
in the back. i can
hear the soft
hum of her voice.
i knew her buttons,
her drawer. how easy
it was to slide
in and out.
she was sexy.
blue eyed and dressed
in white and black.
my Italian girl.
Isabella.
you will be missed my
dear,
no matter who they replace
you with
once i submit the return
form.
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