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someharmindreaming: He could know nothing of her No picture in his mind But he knew she would have soft skin On the inside of her thigh So there he rested his hand And in a little while the picture came Slowly, radiating outward from the touch A glistening phantom of desire An essence of her that he hoped rang true That he prayed rang true The invitation it was making to him The thrown back head The half-closed eyes The subtle undulation Of her hips -- source link