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As His touch brings her alive, sends butterflies to swirl and dance in her bare belly, she gazes with awe into eyes dark with understanding, wondering how He can see so clearly into her soul, know the longings, cravings which go unanswered unfulfilled. Her dreams become reality when His warmth enfolds her offering so much that she has been missing. When He fills her with His heat, rains come searing, soaking soothing freed by her submission to His yearnings and desires. His dominance a sculptor’s pick chipping away fears and oppressions releasing the woman she was meant to be.
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