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She dared not look at him
feeling the leather
strips caressing
the back of her
firm
thighs
nipples tense,
heavy with need
made her body
yearn to be let
loose
from the ebony
lace and nylon
a
long saxophone
rendered the
soundtrack
from the steaming
alley below
as clumsy arms
enfolded
hungry
legs stole
the rhythm of the
dragonfly
in his eyes she
saw everything
as she flowed over
his skin
© KLF 03
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