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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Velvet Steel
Moans pierce the dark Sighs whisper across flesh Sweat so smooth drips down lower Onto this tousled bed. Arms tremble, weak in the knees Fantasy becomes a reality Touch me here, I'll touch you there Deep inside, here in my lair. You are my velvet steel.
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