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Dec 2018
As my hands moved down his slick back,
I counted the rising goosebumps.
Then he leaned in close to me
and speaking his dangerous words said,
"I want you."
Somehow, on that cold winter day, I melted
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  22/F/The Enterprise
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