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White canvas billows She reaches Taking more Body arching, flexing She moves To a rhythm Moist caresses Lifting her higher Faster Leaning into her master’s hand She begs to fly His touch commanding She reaches White canvas billows She soars Written November 6th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2002 03:54 PM PST, Pat Williams 0 • 8
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