Grace and Beauty

Grace and Beauty by Steve Celebrates

I stare then I take a keen look, then gently stroke. It’s beautiful. It’s hot, so the skin is partly moist, the hair on the skin seems delicate, so it responds to the strokes, then it lays. It’s beautiful. Where did I come from? Why do I look like I look? Not completely perfect, but just enough to make me who I am. I am beautiful. Then I remember, I’ve…

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