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black kimono with tie in hand
moves to the door and there she stands
with lowered face, a peace surrounds
save for her heart that loudly pounds
his voice then says, enter the room
small bells jingle as her perfume
paints a shadow across his face
slender, silked form to knees do lace
mouth does sink to press blush-ed lips
to his hand whilst wild mane he grips
fist yanks girl to her kneel once more
sparkling eyes pool toward the floor
to him, she serves with a beauty
eclipsed by naught in her duty ~

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
19jan09
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