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The scent of a woman was not mine...
Welcome home darling.
Did you miss me?
Wish to dwell in dear love?
Touch my milklike skin.
Feel the ocean.
Lick my deepest.
Hear the starry choir.
Rip off this lace.
That keeps me imprisoned.
But beware of the enchantment.
For my eroticism is oblivion.
Old love lies deep you said.
Deeper shall be the wound between your legs......

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