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The Intoxication of Aged Beauty

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I was sweetness and light this morning. I was waiting over by the bus stop playing one of my favorite wake-up in the morning tunes: Beethoven’s No. 5 (duhduhduhduuuhhhh….), you know how the composition goes. The first movement in allegro shot images of the first picture in my mind. Jukujo, wrapped like a rose in black, sprawled over a tatami mat floor, dainty and petite. Beautiful neck lines, hair neatly arranged.
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And then the second movement in Andante con moto was soothing. I could literally follow the warm notes in “A” flat major along the contours of her kimono. Only the sun could envy such radiant beauty.
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The smooth subtle mochi like skin tautly wrapped around mammoth tree trunk thighs is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Third movement: Sherzo in C minor, which is played by the cello and the double bass, accentuate these unbreakable beautiful pillars, tracing the fine lines of her thighs with the very tip of my tongue – with bated breath waiting for the next thing I get to savor, ever so patiently.
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And then, the Fourth movement: Full allegro
Heart pounding, exhilarating, enthralling.
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God in flesh form. The real beauty of Japan, and most of all she’s NOT a prepubescent little girl, she is a fully grown, ripe and delicious Japanese woman. A mother, a Lover, and a salvation of the Japanese nation.

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