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Will she stop
You watch while she watches your eyes follow
She tease with every move
Long hair draped around her shoulders
A smile that says she does not care
The sight is pulling you near
Most drop to your feet
She will turn your game to hers
She is not the innocent prey
Your pulse is like a drum
A longing a want
Timeless pleasure is within
You hide the fire inside the desire
Craved nakedness that swallows your thought
Silence of silence is drowning
Increased beat of your heart
All of mystery she sits and stares
Her smile is sutle but there
The want in her eyes likes cats gazing
Legs crossed the slightest skin bare
Ticking of the clock will she stop...
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