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Sep 2012
She opened wide drawing me to look with hungry eyes

Stroking slowly her soft flesh with trembling and eager hands

Breathing slowly in her musty aromatic scent of ageless passion

My senses here now aroused by sight touch and smell  

How I long to devour her to know her words.
Books and the written word is anything else quite as ****
Written by
DieingEmbers
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