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Mar 31
Cat-like in the way she sways
I am in awe of her-
Sensual little movements
Delicate confident strides
She wears a smile
Like contour-
Or
A
Ruby red lip.
Her eyes are emeralds
Piercing through atoms
Chasing souls like mice,
And with a glance -
I am caught in her claws, a toy.
Dom
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Dom  39/M/USA
(39/M/USA)   
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