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Tryst Among strangers she would steal a stare and speak of Egypt and China in no uncertain terms, and of social mores and decadence (moralities old and new) and alone, as the sex matured between us, her eyes caressed like lips, she rose, explaining that a bit of honey dew would prolong the moment and sweeten the scent and wet the dust to be mingled with mine forever. |
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