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			<title>Ripples of Electricity</title>
			<description>Laying down, laying down, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my hand reaches below. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Touching myself, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my mind quickly fills &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with fantasies of you. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of the way your strong hands &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;glide over my body..</description>
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			<title>The Taste of Sugar</title>
			<description>A real life conversation at party turns into fantasies in my mid.</description>
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			<title>Reassembling Me</title>
			<description>My body thirsts for you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm enslaved by you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that I have no space&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for anything else.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Words, imagery, prose&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;no longer quench&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the desire in me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I quiver at the thought&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of opening myself to you,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of you t..</description>
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