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*Lips trace flowing contours delicate as scrimshaw on a tusk. Fingertips trail flesh, tattoos etched of lust. Canvas bodies shudder beneath artists' brush. Lovers pulse flourish; calligraphy with each push and stroke and flush.*
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Calligraphy
*Lips trace flowing contours delicate as scrimshaw on a tusk. Fingertips trail flesh, tattoos etched of lust. Canvas bodies shudder beneath artists' brush. Lovers pulse flourish; calligraphy with each push and stroke and flush.*
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
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