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2002-12-05
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I had to leave Yoga from getting too excited. I was lost in a world of sexual reverie. The lying down reminded me of Sunday in which his entire body consumed me. I danced little fingers across my chest and recalled his clamoring when I opened my shirt. When I stretched my arms, I remembered the kisses he trailed up my sleeve. When I bent my knees, I thought of the way they pushed him against me.
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