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BOND GIRL
Flashing limbs and breasts in and out of view Like a very accomplished fan dancer Giving to and taking from the imagination Her fragrance brushes the shoulders of a chosen few She has no back, she sees all from every direction An evolutionary marvel of intelligence and sexuality The hunter becomes the hunted and loses ground No ingenious devices or anti-toxins to save him Defenses lowered only enough to feel her pleasures Polar opposites balancing on an axis of sex Revelations come with physical release In the end he wins and she will be just another…. Bond Girl By: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman
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