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Wanderlust - Poetry in Motion by The Inquisitor © |
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Her lips trembled as she looked out onto the water. It was a cold day. Even colder than yesterday. But, that had been a different city. Now she was here. As the wind
blew her jacket open, she trembled again. He placed
his hands on her shoulders and caressed her. Now it was
her turn to please him. When she
was done, she moved around and stood with her back to him.
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