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The Preamble
Across a crowded room
I felt upon a certain doom
As your eyes met mine
I felt the touch of a divine
As I gaze at your French braid
The hours begin to fade
As one moon rises in the night
Another moon appears above your thighs
As your curves glint in the fading light
Your smile bites with such delight
Dripping wet with such sensation
All I can feel at last, is penetration...
I felt upon a certain doom
As your eyes met mine
I felt the touch of a divine
As I gaze at your French braid
The hours begin to fade
As one moon rises in the night
Another moon appears above your thighs
As your curves glint in the fading light
Your smile bites with such delight
Dripping wet with such sensation
All I can feel at last, is penetration...
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