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"I am waiting to be found," she said.
Silky lines loving the soft, dressed form.
Tenderly she walked to the basement stairs.
"Found," his burning words chortled.
His thoughts formed erotic words of love.
Delicious desires exposed all that she was.
They found themselves walking into each thought.
Their desire for passion, awakened, has a chance
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