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Voice
Voice
of seduction
Caresses
my ears over the telephone
Each
word breathes heat, a secret command
To
release my sword from its sheath
Pointing
skyward it glints with anticipation
Of
being plunged into her waiting abyss.
Jean-Pierre,
Dean
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