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She struts into the room. Sashaying. A sensual movement of the hips... Tight clothes, firm but rounded muscles half-parted lips. The confidence is like a perfume. Her fragrance subtle, but backed with the power in her eyes. She sits. Strips out of her coat. Corset with strings, a tattoo of wings, sweet little sparrow... Are you an angel? Smooth shoulders as she exposes her neck while the rest of the room stares on perplexed like stopping to see a wreck; As she strokes her hair, we silently stroke her ego. She knows she is something to see And when we finally remember to breathe I'm left gasping for air with a tightness between my legs I hadn't realized was there. And she smiles like she knows. She does but Then she turns away Continues on her way and I'm raking my nails through my sheets for days.
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Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 3:54 PM UTC
Smooth; Phase II
She struts into the room. Sashaying. A sensual movement of the hips... Tight clothes, firm but rounded muscles half-parted lips. The confidence is like a perfume. Her fragrance subtle, but backed with the power in her eyes. She sits. Strips out of her coat. Corset with strings, a tattoo of wings, sweet little sparrow... Are you an angel? Smooth shoulders as she exposes her neck while the rest of the room stares on perplexed like stopping to see a wreck; As she strokes her hair, we silently stroke her ego. She knows she is something to see And when we finally remember to breathe I'm left gasping for air with a tightness between my legs I hadn't realized was there. And she smiles like she knows. She does but Then she turns away Continues on her way and I'm raking my nails through my sheets for days.
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Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 3:54 PM UTC
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