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December 13th, 2003

The curve of my back as IPoetryIcon thrust my breasts forward.
The curve of my lips as adoration crosses them
The curve of my knees with my legs tucked under me
My eyes on the floor
My heart in your hands
You touch my face and your fingers trail to the leather round my neck
And finally I receive what I am begging for

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