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Incense and Peppermints
Eager her love's palms cupping, my warm breath..
Gently kneeding, fragrant fingers caressing dreams
Curtains drawn a mirror turns she speaks they arrive
Beautiful ladies adorned in silks perfume; natures bliss
Slowly removing her hood flaming red hair mesmerizing
Heights fiery eyes crystal sapphires about turquoise tides..
Spellbound this garden their flavour her aroma; enchanted.
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Rachel St.Cross
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