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Eight reasons to call Paris I must confess, I have missed being your lover. I have missed the rhythm of your step, your laughter, and your superman eyes landing upon me. I have missed you madness and animal pounces, your perfect shoulders panther-muscled slight, firm hips, full breasts, and wide nipples. I have missed the fury of your unleashed passion, I have missed your hands on the back of my head forcing me deeper and the tearing muscles in my neck caught between your twisting thighs, and I have missed your back arched in wild convulsion, fingers clawing at my chest, and cervix pulsing, kneading against the end of me, all of me and all of you focused into one half-inch ball of fusion light, bringing me on, bringing me with you, bringing me back to you. I have always come back to you. I have always been your lover.
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