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For years I'd been alone.   They'd scorned me while I raised my flag, Spitting venom and curses, All because I loved my own gender.   Trapped for years in the darkness, I'd stumbled into you,
Skin like silk caresses mine. Warm breathe licks at my neck like a teasing wind. I inhale the scent of your soft wavy hair, as it cascades down over your shoulders. Your lips, rosey pink, inch closer to mine.
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