The softnesses of lingering youth had disappeared, stricken out by the hard, straight lines of gravity. [Please select]
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Caught in the spell of pulsing sound, impatient elbows lift and yield The scented softnesses they shield to arms that catch and close them round, Surrender, swift to be possessed, the silken supple forms beneath To all the bliss the measures breathe and all the madness they suggest. [Please select]
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