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| Sitting here too far away with your voice still tingling in my ear, I cannot help but dream of your aureate tresses lavished upon my waiting flesh, your luscious lips brushing against me like angel wings, and I rise to give solid tribute to the embodiment of my every desire. “Not now,” I whisper to my marble pledge, “but soon.” |
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| A Promise |
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