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Sep 2013
Letting her black, velvet cloak
Embroidered with red flowers
Slip down her right shoulder
And even open up to a thigh
Tempting a cool breeze to touch
Her skin
Your skin

Then throwing it back on
As she walks nonchalantly out the bedroom door
She never even touched the sheets
Didn't look back either

Wait.

Maybe next month

She replies.
Scottie Green
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Scottie Green
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