I watch her lips move as if from every word she spoke, a drip of my desire falls down the side of her soft cheek. I try to concentrate but I am taken by her natural beauty. I have a hard time trying to deny that everytime she looks at me, my stomach repeats the pattern of feeling a burst of wild butterflies escaping freely. I am picturing her dancing naked in a ring of fire. I'm burning up and I like it, each and every burn. I hesitate on my words...usually I'm the master of my own tongue. She has me tongue tied, twisted like a devoted servant is to a wicked master. I try to go back to my work but in my mind thoughts of her run like a diesel engine pumping in and out, releasing steam. What a beautiful release she has given me.
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