The Wash

The Wash - a.Rias

With curves intense, for all intents and purposes;
Effortlessly pocketing the sun's admiration on all of her surfaces.

She warms at the core, her reflection is sizzling;
Her essence emanating from her form with eaaaaase, melting.

Engineered apparatus; Smooth in her synthesis.
Trap me in your freedom, I'm wrapped up, like Christmas.

Wisps whip from lip to tip in ways only experience knows;
Step by step, seducing every inch of the ground with her toes.

Seen at every angle, at every glance, three-sixty, her objects are closer than they appear.
Owning her path because she's with me, but to our destination, she prefers that I steer.

The shine is bright whether day or night;
You won't miss an inch, every bit is tight.

Confused, get lost, make moves to catch up, you're surpassed;
Or forget you're moving forward because you keep looking back.

This effect on a man is crystal clear both near and far.
Haven't seen it? Just look at his face when he's washing his Car.

The Wash.

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a.Rias