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All I remember were
her dark, round nipples
and the softness of her breasts.

I've forgotten her name
and can't recall
or how we met.

Ahh - but
those two perfect
moonlike Orbs of Venus
whose nipples became
delicate pagodas
when erect!

Those precious jewels -
Those alone
I will never

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