A self-satisfied woman ... butt is not pumped up, but desirable,

her lips are not plump, but swollen from kisses, and not a torn soul from pain, but a chest full of love with a cherry orchard. Yes, and the legs are not from the ears, but from his shoulders. And the eyes do not shine from multi-colored lenses in the rays, but from the inner lawlessness in the desires that arise again and again for him. A self-satisfied woman, she is so pleased with everything that it is already brazenly written on her face "regularly loved."