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Aug 2010
“Kiss me Kate”
Obediently she beckons to his call.
Her fire, not so much doused as
in need of more fuel

the retraction of claws,
a smile instead of bared teeth
purring instead of a growl.
Has this beast been tamed?

Mais non!
Elle simplement joue un jeu avec l’amour.
Pourquoi vous demandez ?
Je dis pourquoi pas.

L’amour est un jeu après tout…
Nicole Lourette
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