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			<title>A warm embrace of sorts</title>
			<description>Switching on&amp;nbsp;to what turns me onsees me glint colourful through&amp;nbsp;porous&amp;nbsp;escapades,&amp;nbsp;a rainbow flaunting shamelessly;driven on waves of hormonal freedom, naked&amp;nbsp;this solace of self ..Simple.Connections' conversely complex canrisk fraught, risk need;where loneliness&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;st..</description>
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			<title>Here, I dreamt we made love all day.</title>
			<description>distending&amp;nbsp;wakefulnesscame in a hungry f**k,emerging ripe&amp;nbsp;for coffee eggs&amp;nbsp;and a side of radio&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here, in a bed&amp;nbsp;filled with chatand gameswe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;lost ourselvesin pillow-fight smiles&amp;nbsp;that stretched for miles&amp;nbsp;from lingering eyes...So close to be touching&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>First man-fire of the season</title>
			<description>Curious I watch&amp;nbsp;as you chop and flaysilhouetted in the sunset&amp;nbsp;of this dimday.I'm teased by a hunger&amp;nbsp;to taste your toilthat scents the breeze&amp;nbsp;amid sweet pine oil.Respectfully aroused&amp;nbsp;in this act fundamentalwhere spirit joins&amp;nbsp;with the elementalfluid in this flow&amp;nbsp;of a..</description>
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			<title>Travelling light</title>
			<description>Perched on a heart restless like a hungerunruffling my feathers&amp;nbsp;in winds&amp;nbsp;on whims&amp;nbsp;of purposeful transience&amp;nbsp;that serves lovers so well.Travelling light sees me&amp;nbsp;gliding freely,&amp;nbsp;flapping and flaying&amp;nbsp;in perilous passions,&amp;nbsp;spirited, re-emerging&amp;nbsp;mostly&amp;nbsp;uns..</description>
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			<title>Self love because sometimes I quite fancy myself.</title>
			<description>I cast a look and catch your eyes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;as they finger the hem of my skirtI have an urge to play&amp;nbsp;for a thrill,&amp;nbsp;for the shudder&amp;nbsp;that travels till&amp;nbsp;halted and humming&amp;nbsp;around kneeslocked lest they knock&amp;nbsp;in outward swoonthough my smile&amp;nbsp;belies best efforts to&amp;nbsp;c..</description>
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			<title>Sometimes during Scrabble I find myself constructing a lover out of you.</title>
			<description>brushing off the shoe gazing, quilt daysI smell the air, deeply;watching limitations dissipateI move before the dust settles&amp;nbsp;as this inviting interaction&amp;nbsp;sees me enterinto play...where I construct a lover&amp;nbsp;from games of words and chat&amp;nbsp;heldin easy energy.Here,&amp;nbsp;ambiguity can be..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1144936/</link>
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			<title>Memoirs of Grandmothers Depression</title>
			<description>If only I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;could&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;have straightened you out like the sheets through the mangle in our yard.&amp;nbsp;I used to watch you, sitting for hours at the fire under the pulley&amp;nbsp;pick pick picking at the scabs and scars of your&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;being.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;curious child ..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1141493/</link>
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			<title>In painful recognition</title>
			<description>it was an inevitableyet chance&amp;nbsp;encounter&amp;nbsp;that led to one other;both beautifulin how&amp;nbsp;Sense&amp;nbsp;slowed with alcoholwhile&amp;nbsp;Senses&amp;nbsp;inflamed in its wake.Among friends, inheightened restraint&amp;nbsp;fueled byeye contact smiles&amp;nbsp;and spiraling stirringsI simply wanted&amp;nbsp;.....mo..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1140463/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes I step on a shadow</title>
			<description>I recognised the face&amp;nbsp;for it wore the war&amp;nbsp;that raged inside.Turning,&amp;nbsp;I offered it thesurvival skilled smile&amp;nbsp;of my childhoodalas....its countenance&amp;nbsp;remained unmoved&amp;nbsp;by a shrug&amp;nbsp;that barely raised&amp;nbsp;the weight of&amp;nbsp;its heart, lacking&amp;nbsp;as it dragged its heels..</description>
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			<title>what is todays special please</title>
			<description>I meet his eyesas he gave me&amp;nbsp;the menu, almond shapedand hazel, flecked with gold&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and framed&amp;nbsp;with lashes&amp;nbsp;I imaginefluttering along&amp;nbsp;fleshy inner&amp;nbsp;thighs.I hanker for a blinkon lipsfit to furnish&amp;nbsp;the swell of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my hips;&amp;nbsp;basking in theirtingling trac..</description>
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			<title>I like him....but</title>
			<description>He&amp;nbsp;strums&amp;nbsp;my curiosity&amp;nbsp;amid laughter lineswhere I buckle beneath palms&amp;nbsp;that offer pleasure plentiful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amongothers we bend with grace in the face of their resistanceand once I abandoned preconception for a spell in the beautiful where&amp;nbsp;skin screamed and fingers felt..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1135986/</link>
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			<title>Acts of conviction</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;hoped&amp;nbsp;I would surgethrough creeping vinesinto the spectrum of choiceemitting in shades of cool, alert.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There, at times barely forging aheadI had tendencies&amp;nbsp;towards reds&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;reasoning,&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;passionate,&amp;nbsp;a risk-taker&amp;nbsp;that just didn't&amp;nbsp;feel it ..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1133642/</link>
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			<title>Running the Gauntlet</title>
			<description>I am a&amp;nbsp;fixerfound&amp;nbsp;fractured&amp;nbsp;beside myself,whereforward motionfluctuates.I amtired...it makesemergence&amp;nbsp;arduous,&amp;nbsp;slow, seeminglyunending&amp;nbsp;then..I meetmyself&amp;nbsp;in the middleon the waygarneringa glimmer,in chinks&amp;nbsp;of true natureunbroken..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1132868/</link>
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			<title>Met a Master of Hugs on a Girls Night Out</title>
			<description>Jaws glanced the floor&amp;nbsp;as you made the sceneat hale and hearty&amp;nbsp;where food reigned&amp;nbsp;and laughter spilt,&amp;nbsp;raucous we flocked&amp;nbsp;amid moist meat&amp;nbsp;lavished in hot spice&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;whetting our whistles&amp;nbsp;on good spirits.Requests&amp;nbsp;on glass screensto feel the unseensaw you&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1130766/</link>
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			<title>decluttered</title>
			<description>I know this place,&amp;nbsp;a wind trap of waste&amp;nbsp;where expended emotions&amp;nbsp;are evacuated,to become festering foliage&amp;nbsp;in the junk drawers of my being,stored under the delusion&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of keepsakes.A t-shirt that once held&amp;nbsp;a lost lovers scent,and pressed flowers&amp;nbsp;illusions of love..</description>
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			<title>Hollow, tears fall silent</title>
			<description>This wretched&amp;nbsp;hollownessan unwelcome strangerwhose hearts eyes&amp;nbsp;drape grey;coaxed, we ventureoutdoorssoul searching&amp;nbsp;for a switch andsustenance.I found&amp;nbsp;new seasons birth&amp;nbsp;in magnificent&amp;nbsp;magnolia,watched&amp;nbsp;waves&amp;nbsp;wash and swellenvious of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;theirmotion and en..</description>
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			<title>Please, no roses</title>
			<description>just.....palms&amp;nbsp;of upward caress &amp;nbsp;and a tongue&amp;nbsp;that furls&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;rose-hip buds in swellthen&amp;nbsp;flickers&amp;nbsp;on flower-of-loveslakingin sweet nectar.</description>
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			<title>I have asked nicely........now, with all due respect!!!</title>
			<description>Each time....it's like hearing a song I love being played out of tune,&amp;nbsp;- flinchingly wrong.Attempts to engage me have caused moments&amp;nbsp;of ugly inner weightyour pain is too heavy, not mine to carryit drips&amp;nbsp;through my fingers an uncomfortable mess.Unaligned, we do not fit, yetyou remain d..</description>
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			<title>This exquisite corpse</title>
			<description>A collaboration with p.kuhl   www.writerscafe.org/pkuhl</description>
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			<title>A captivating encounter at the surgery.</title>
			<description>Here, waiting we watch&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;as my son plays, glancing I noteyour posture perfect,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a smooth alabaster face&amp;nbsp;cracked onlyby a rose pink painted tight jaw smilethat you regimentally pull back each time it weakens.Your scent of opulent flowers floats&amp;nbsp;amid thinly disguised wafts..</description>
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			<title>Loving menopause</title>
			<description>Engaging inthis reverie&amp;nbsp;of self love;I feel flushed&amp;nbsp;and flow in this urgethat rides me,like an easy breeze on the crest of a wave.</description>
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			<title>Hold me like this...please.</title>
			<description>I wrapped myself&amp;nbsp;in an image of you,saw the morning sunrise in your stretch,tasted the horizon&amp;nbsp;on your shouldersand danced in your eyesas they smiled their silent love.Please, will you&amp;nbsp;impart your heat, your heart,thaw me slowly,&amp;nbsp;mold meinto your frameof fragrant foldsfilled with..</description>
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			<title>In a single breath.</title>
			<description>A knock&amp;nbsp;and I find&amp;nbsp;you are thereright in front of meunexpectedknowing instantly I'd ingested fearI held on to it with my breath&amp;nbsp;not letting it manifestwhile you say something&amp;nbsp;about wanting to come ina few minutes to apologise...and gently&amp;nbsp;I shut the door exhaling&amp;nbsp;as I s..</description>
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			<title>Cold comfort</title>
			<description>Felt cold to my bonestrekking homein a storm.Stamping feetshaking off snowwondering if there is a man&amp;nbsp;out there that could make me feelthe way my warm slippers do just now.</description>
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			<title>Refreshed</title>
			<description>Off course andwarped, wrangling with the world.I'm on a quest to flatten out my edges,&amp;nbsp;purring as I anticipate pleasure&amp;nbsp;in a&amp;nbsp;personal pocket of peacewhere self-preservation is found&amp;nbsp;in fluid comfort.Through open windowsmoons shimmer bleedsa cool balm on my nakedness&amp;nbsp;while re..</description>
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			<title>Unbridled</title>
			<description>A blow-out into unbridled joy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in the city I love&amp;nbsp;buzzing amid possibilities&amp;nbsp;and desire,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to dance entrancedin a mist of alcohol, heat and bodies;where my heart will bob&amp;nbsp;heartily&amp;nbsp;peaking in the enough that is&amp;nbsp;merriment,yet seeking to expand this shortlive..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1105944/</link>
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			<title>harsh realities</title>
			<description>One Stroke.....17 syllables</description>
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			<title>Bosom Buddies</title>
			<description>Was certainty that you'd come to mind New Years Eveheard you loud above the plethora of loose endsconstant in their clickity clack clashing.With you I dream of emancipating myself further from self imposed mental slavery,willing to see myself grow,&amp;nbsp;less the angst angry child needing, trying to ..</description>
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			<title>Passenger in a Northern Sky</title>
			<description>I felt the good daywhen I halted,&amp;nbsp;vaultinginto the thick of a momentwhere I caught myself&amp;nbsp;bathedin a meeting&amp;nbsp;between barely light dawns rise&amp;nbsp;and a dipping moon..... And later, again I felt it,as I journeyed Clitheroe way;a passenger, mesmerizedamid a palette of cloudsthat played ..</description>
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			<title>Undecorated</title>
			<description>I shone with you today,&amp;nbsp;felt it, as if&amp;nbsp;I were seared&amp;nbsp;into the tender&amp;nbsp;flesh of the crease&amp;nbsp;at your scruff.&amp;nbsp;There, where&amp;nbsp;sensation&amp;nbsp;resonated&amp;nbsp;straightfrom your heartin the&amp;nbsp;space&amp;nbsp;of a&amp;nbsp;moment,&amp;nbsp;before it becamecoloured</description>
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			<title>Seasons Greeting               (to all at WritersCafe)</title>
			<description>My lounge does not look the same to meadorned and housing a large fir treedecorations of plum gold and greenmy biscuit beige can no longer be seenFather Christmas pops out his headhanging from the fireplace&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;white and redtwinkling candles our source of lightthese temporary fixtures offer s..</description>
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			<title>This Winter Morning</title>
			<description>Dawns dim light rises,&amp;nbsp;an arc of muted orangebowed low&amp;nbsp;under the lingering lacquer&amp;nbsp;of nights freeze.My warm exhale smothered&amp;nbsp;in a vicious cold blastthat slices my face-exposed this winter morn.All is quiet 'cept&amp;nbsp;for creaking gutters&amp;nbsp;and the snappingbrittle blades of gra..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1087985/</link>
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			<title>Poooooooooooffffffffff   (4:20)</title>
			<description>graspedyour smell while dreaming;&amp;nbsp;knowing then you'd come close,I blew you away through the hole in my fist</description>
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			<title>A moment fleeting past.   </title>
			<description>(4:20)</description>
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			<title>A modern day love affliction</title>
			<description>You were the new shirt that found me in lifes laundry,with buttons that set my eyes off to shine in the feel goodoh, you felt so fine, the way you hugged my breasts and nipped my waist,&amp;nbsp;a proud collar that sat handsomely around this perfectly poised neck,and those cuff links a pretty feature th..</description>
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			<link>http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/victoriawd/1079348/</link>
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			<title>''Desperate times call for desperate measures''</title>
			<description>She sits, unpicking the stitches in the fabric of her bad day,gently unfurling old scar seams and looking inwards;...there, despair bleeds, dripping down a crumbling spine,its silent screams echo off wombs weathered walls.&amp;nbsp;Awash in a swell of uncomfortable awareness&amp;nbsp;souls eyes pour, implor..</description>
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			<title>Wearing Thin</title>
			<description>Why do you persistently pain yourself with me. Despite promises &amp;nbsp;proclaiming&amp;nbsp;a healed heart you remain driven in your desperate missions to&amp;nbsp;wring out daily details, extracting my every living moment.&amp;nbsp;There is no peace in the brave realisation that I&amp;nbsp;did not desire to love yo..</description>
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			<title>Stuck in heels on a page in my life.</title>
			<description>heel gets stuck in morning rush to school</description>
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			<title>Plodding On  (a than bauk)</title>
			<description>jumble trekkingpassed bleating heartskirting 'round life</description>
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			<title>Fruity Frolics  (a trio of haiku)</title>
			<description>every boys delightclamouring seasonal fruit,covets&amp;nbsp;desires findsprickly coat undressedreveals soft white flesh grippingtreasured conker seed&amp;nbsp;thrash into my fruitwith fingers long and weightedplaying autumns game</description>
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			<title>A means to an end</title>
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			<title>Dancing with Demons</title>
			<description>another dependent fallsamid mourners at the wakeshifting eyes murmur who's nextwhile death hovers round</description>
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			<title>Conflict</title>
			<description>your lack of concernnever met with&amp;nbsp;her expectations,hurting and dentedshe speedily scribbles youher weapon words&amp;nbsp;wrappedconcealing causein their stabbing sarcasm.And in the quiet cornersof her eyes you can see,&amp;nbsp;pausing&amp;nbsp;patient while she swims&amp;nbsp;in a soul sea of delta bluestill..</description>
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			<title>Cycles, moon or menopause?</title>
			<description>Mashed in a mind&amp;nbsp;of wishy-washy,fitful sleep&amp;nbsp;andmomentary&amp;nbsp;lapses,malfunctions&amp;nbsp;of even life long&amp;nbsp;practised routines.Occasionally,a disquieting&amp;nbsp;dragging within,&amp;nbsp;my whole self&amp;nbsp;seems to shiftupwardly&amp;nbsp;to an ill-fitting space&amp;nbsp;below my skullwhere I ache&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Oh my, cackling good fun</title>
			<description>The time has come to prepare a treatthat looks so good you will want to eatCovered in the finest chocolatemouth sized so you can just gobble-itSo come, call upon me at your leisureyour desire will be my pleasureThen the surprise that it's really a tricksprouts finely coated to make you feel sick</description>
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			<title>Joy of Tears</title>
			<description>Flushed&amp;nbsp;in the rush&amp;nbsp;of this crushI caught your eyesand dived in to the swellingliquid pools of blueemerging as tearstickling your temple,&amp;nbsp;advancing along archedcheekbones stoppingjust long enough tolinger and waltz inthe upturned creasesof your smile,graced there by your breath&amp;nbsp;t..</description>
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			<title>A passive smoke on the last ride home.</title>
			<description>The nail polish fix shines&amp;nbsp;the colour a shade too darkon her chipped, worn, heeled shoes.Stained and smelling of her last punter&amp;nbsp;the tiny plastic parcel that rollsin her mouth tells me she's just scored.&amp;nbsp;Lost, in disregard and desperationsnatching up an empty canexpertly moulding and ..</description>
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			<title>One-less (10W)</title>
			<description>Found wanton though alone I am my best resource</description>
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			<title>Fine company</title>
			<description>Evolving 'neath my inner lids,inspired breaths of you,&amp;nbsp;tuned soloist&amp;nbsp;in a symphony for one;strum my highly strung sensationslet fingertips tweak plunged lace trimwhile pouted butterflies&amp;nbsp;kiss soft skinned thighs.Let' dance in a hairs breadthsoaked swollen&amp;nbsp;in the magic&amp;nbsp;that I..</description>
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			<title>Unleashed</title>
			<description>Mr Suave &amp;nbsp;had a twinkle in his eye,smiling I induced&amp;nbsp;a magical complicity.Intentions slid from his tongue in a song&amp;nbsp;of sweet rapport&amp;nbsp;filling &amp;nbsp;me with highs ofattractive flattery wrapped inbreaths of scented skinand oh, thetantalising teasing&amp;nbsp;of practised hands,those kno..</description>
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