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There are times when roles and duties
threaten to choke off the breath of life when to remain calm and stable is to gasp for air as your tongue swells in your throat At those times I would run dangle my feet in cool water roll down hills covered with native grasses and fill my lungs with the sharp sweetness of lilacs in bloom I want to lay entwined to stroke your inner thigh trace my finger along the thin line of moisture that prays on your upper lip and nestle against your neck to breathe in deeply your arousal I learned to suckle life from my mother's breast and would feel again the taunt tissue erect against my tongue the comforting nurture of mother and child remembered and mingled with the interplay of lovers Character may be shown in response to duty learned from fathers and brothers but life is found in the round belly of a woman
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