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StormTheif

Published: Jun 25, 2009

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She loved
the way his hands
moved like
sunset
shadows over her skin
and the sweet music
of his breath drew
aching
patterns on the
canvas of her
desire
bringing taut satin nerves
into the
rude awakening of
passion.

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