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The gown
She was dainty with long curls of sunlight for hair. absolutely breath taking.
She seemed to emit a radiant perfection. Hand sculpted by god himself. She wore an elegant gown, emphasis on the way she seemed to glide across the floor. Flowing in and out like the tides with every move she made. I could not relinquish my attention. My curiosity held me in her current. Slowly drowning me considerately. Wrapping me in the unforgiving song of a siren. My mind left a swirling pool of lustful possibility's. Dancing in the vicinity of virile compulsion.
It sent waves to the base of my spine awaking the very beaing of my existence. I came to life in the enigma of her gown absolutely breath taking
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joseph randall
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