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under the pale moon deep eyes pounded against him like turbulent waves against the rocky shore. satin skin became the infinite reality between a dream and the passion of night. he had a need to feel the power, the thunder of her soul; a touch etched in time. he sighed as she had done this to him too many times. |
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