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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cruel Temptation I feast on your brown eyes warming my flesh. Such pleasure there is, breathing in your scent. Pray touch these breasts at which you stare. You have two hands, a perfect number for my pair. Do you not wish my sweet caresses on your skin? I am yours. Hold out your arms and take me in. Permit our fleshly appendages to mesh, Crushing body to body in rapture’s ascent. I shall delightedly stroke each delectable part ‘Til your mind has no window but your racing heart. Then shall I take my lips and marry tongues between. Why resist what I offer because I’m sixteen? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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