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Satin sheets on her olive skin Rustled under her lightweight bod, Her dark, silky curls laying loose on her sharp, round chin And her groans fill the small inn.
As she stretched her frayed nerves, Biting down the tired moan on her lips, Her necklace slips down her pearls. Oh what rouses such a beauty's burns?
She watches you from her lowered lashes, Come won't you join me, rather than give mellow glances?
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