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In my fantasy, I am slow dancing in the front of an open fireplace on a bear skin rug. There's a bed right behind us I see fine linen bedsheets of deep bronze, covers pulled back have we just come from there, or are we en route? My arms are holding around your waist, and yours around my shoulders. I'm nuzzling in to smell your neck oh goodness! you are awesome. Like sea mist, and sandalwood - and you. Then I want to have you so
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