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			<title>Does she know?</title>
			<description>Your touch, like velvet warms me to the coreLips on my body, keeping me prisonerWhispers in the day, moans throughout the night&amp;nbsp;Does she sknow?I am the one you come to,the one you&amp;nbsp;needCraving me is the only thing that keeps you sated&amp;nbsp;Nails down your back, marking you as mineHip to hip..</description>
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			<title>Are you ready?</title>
			<description>I don't know if this is considered a poem? </description>
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			<title>Smolder</title>
			<description>His touch, like velvet... I remember it all. </description>
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			<title>Scenes..</title>
			<description>Just a little something I couldnt get out of my head...</description>
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