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Post by mugsy on Jun 5, 2006 15:27:31 GMT 1
Your ruby eyes caught my attention, tempting me to delve deeper into the tangled mass of broken beads and chains.
Released, at last, from your fetters, your writhing scaled body nestled, content and grateful, within my palm.
‘How much?’ I said, catching the woman’s eye as she perched, reading a magazine, upon a fishing stool beside an open car boot.
She looked at my grubby face and, assuming, said, ‘You can’t afford that.’
A surge of anger rose within to burn as hotly as those fiery embers peeping from between your coils. Again I asked, ‘How much?’
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Post by AmyJo on Jul 16, 2006 16:03:28 GMT 1
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Post by petdesigns on Jul 17, 2006 15:31:54 GMT 1
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