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Anticipation blue fire framed by smokey lashes evidence the heat within rose trimmed white satin hides the pulse point betraying a racing heart the memory of touch incites electric chills down gently curved spine rioting auburn curls nervously finger combed away from blushing cheeks rose colored lips soften and smile as the door opens |
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just couldn't leave the lady alone...I guess it is now a trilogy.
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