Sweeter than a Popsicle stick, her lips tasting like sin with her fingers in gloves dressed to the nines like a shadow in paraffin of gray sealing wax as the dusk called an echo of lust Into the shadows of the twilight's night caught up in the sensuality of her flesh falling into her web of seduction my mind nothing but a haze With nothing on but a flame in her eyes of a chatoyant in
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