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BloodRed Silk
Crimson lace and black tie bows; afore this moonlits reflectless stained glass....
Laboring breath while untying yesteryears negligee to reveal; their vanilla lips
Rubies reaching for my palms; with trembling hands; placed atop times heart
As wanton she stares; gazing deep within evers eyes; amid these silent songs
Desire pulling her close; their neck to bare; bossoms on fire; quenching this....
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...."Thirst; BloodRed Silk" *
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