The most beautiful women of 2017 you can but in Maya nothing makes a woman more beautiful than I believe that she is beautiful and with that said but remember every woman is your own kind of beauty.
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Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the one she is and she is beautiful. So you know why we said that? We are unveiling the most beautiful women around the globe. You are a true beauty in yourself and you do not want us to tell you that, but these 15 women rule the hearts of the universe. So let the countdown to the most celebrated beauties!
Each Amazonian figure is well-stocked on every wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Each pencil-thin eyebrows eased down to her black, beetle's-eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned any seraph's ears and pixie's nose any better.
When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. I loved her nebulous, Eden-green eyes that were a-sparkle with the 'joie de vivre'. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted on snow.
Each calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised me that they were plump and botox-boosted as it had a demure, timorous personality. She whispered me in a dulcet sound as sweet as any songbird. Each voguish dress is still kept captive an aroma redolent of whey and wheat-fresh mint. It lingered in the room long after she had gone.
When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. I loved her nebulous, Eden-green eyes that were a-sparkle with the 'joie de vivre'. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted on snow.
Each calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised me that they were plump and botox-boosted as it had a demure, timorous personality. She whispered me in a dulcet sound as sweet as any songbird. Each voguish dress is still kept captive an aroma redolent of whey and wheat-fresh mint. It lingered in the room long after she had gone.
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