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Shivering she picks up her harp, stroking her hair, locking around tight curls with fine fingers
Her eyes glitter; drawing dreams in a silver gaze, passing pleasures, teasing strings a harps melodic chord, beyond any cosmic delight.
Smiling, I melt into myself, longing more, feeling her sexual presence touching my lips,
She moves, white gown waves at her delicate feet, pulling her closer until our eyes unite,
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