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I lie on the bed, rigid but soft
My foot in his hands, caged in lace
He cups my ankle and raises my leg
I am still, yet I'm warm, with my skin all encased
His fingers dance slowly along the shape of my leg
Under my knee to a particular place
His light touch makes me quiver and shiver and shake
And he glares with dark eyes at my china face
He continues to stroke me, reaching my thigh
How perfectly pretty and silently grace
He pulls at my stocking and lowers his lips
To the warmth of my skin with a kiss he does trace
The beat of my breast quickens under my breath
And the smile on his lips makes my heart race
His kiss skips up my t
