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She was regal. It was the only word he could think to describe her. Regal and beautiful! Hair like gold, kissed with red, hung long down her back. Her eyes like jewels, pierced through to the hearts of men. Her figure was strong and supple, yet flexible, suggesting power hidden within. Long boned hands gave testimony to her chosen profession. He was only granted that moment, yet he knew he would remember her face, her figure, her very mannerisms and movement. She was regal. Hell! She was beautiful beyond all description. He would remember her. Remember her in dreams and in waking. He may never know her, but he would always remember her. |
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