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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...
Written by Sugar-Britches2
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Author's Note
This is my first attempt ever at writing a poem. I'm not sure on proper formatting, stanzas, or anything of that nature. But I believe it mildly rhymes and sets the stage for a much grander tale, and that's what I was ultimately trying to do with my first attempt.
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