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coffee skin with
a hint of vanilla
soft as softness itself
a body to drive men wild
moves to make them
cry for more
smile as white as snow
and a voice to send them
weak at the knees

she gyrated,
swivelled,
shimmied
on my lap
legs draped
over my shoulders
delights no longer hidden
naked as the day she was born

not the seediness I was expecting;
more lady than the night

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