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Cornsilk hair, streaked with earthen brown brushing, lank and cool against my skin in the way of loving. Black pool eyes, deep and still. Energy's body, energy's will. Predestined to be, before all. Finger touch, electric fire Consumating all desire into a world far beyond imagination. Dream made real making reality a dream. Or, so it seems, when I'm with you.

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