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Jun 2010
I am a ****** woman.
My every move is connected
To a ****** act
In my mind.
When I bend down to fold at work
I'm arching into you.
When I **** on an ice cube
It's you in my mouth.
Dancing is nothing but ***.

One of these days it might get me in trouble
But I don't think anyone notices.
Written by
Christine
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