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Does the softness In her eyes move,

Emboldens, you to watch her wet lips

While the aroma in her new perfume,

blends, in tempts and entices your soul.

A layer of etiquette keeps you on hold?

Even when she smiles to let you know

The pretty dress worn is only for you;

Strap drop was from her nervousness.

Should the heat make you go on your knees,

Think hard as a caution and say I Love You!

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