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Hips like heather, singing, swaying
In the breeze bodies laying Tween her knees, stillness, staying Hopeful hope and sacred praying Something shall slip past her lips And move without a trace Sounds so quiet, silent riots Struggle to take place Some body lies twixt her thighs That writhe and undulate Penetrating crowds, raucous, loud Seek to desecrate No thoughts will find her perfect mind Whilst pure, preciously supine Searching, grasping, seeks to find Ten fleeting moments so divine
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