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His Pleasure
finger nails softly scratched
the palm of his hand
coloured scarlet
teardrops
dancing on his senses
he stared at the redness
of her painted nails
on his white palm
he swallowed
as he felt his desire rise
inside his belly
she gazed into his eye
her eyes dark with desire
he shivered
and leaned over to claim her lips
he took her
mouth hungry on hers
giving her his pleasure
pleasure he gave and brought away
Dawn lit her beautiful face
cold and white as alabaster
folded hands demure between her breasts
deep puncture on her neck
the palm of his hand
coloured scarlet
teardrops
dancing on his senses
he stared at the redness
of her painted nails
on his white palm
he swallowed
as he felt his desire rise
inside his belly
she gazed into his eye
her eyes dark with desire
he shivered
and leaned over to claim her lips
he took her
mouth hungry on hers
giving her his pleasure
pleasure he gave and brought away
Dawn lit her beautiful face
cold and white as alabaster
folded hands demure between her breasts
deep puncture on her neck
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