| Attraction .. |
| It is the sensuous tango of two unknowing soulsand the Northern Lights in the eyes of the bedazzled. A feverish aura is her rosy shawl she totes across the room... and becomes the lustful crimson sash around his waist. It becomes the public sin when in fact, it was grown in a fragant patch of innocent sunflowers. The very chocolate temptation gracing our tounges, melting and evolving into much more. A black satin hunger that is forbidden but never denied, A known inutitive closeness, although we do not touch. |
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