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Like a horse in a stable he looked at her with poise, his words like a fable and nothing as strong as his voice. As he laid her down by the fireplace, his skin so brown brushing along her face with a sweet caress, sealing her lips with a kiss. As he reached for her dress, caught up in a bliss, and awakened by reality she was as she felt the hay against her skin, thinking what a dream that was... still lingering over his brown skin. |
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