Your body refuses to be a conspirator in your guise--it fights me with every turn I take. My hand slides across your stomach, and your muscles ripple in angry protest to my touch. My lips graze your neck, and your very breath twists into my hair and attempts to push with its sweet scent. Your words tease me with there 'come-ons' but your soul rules the flesh. There's one lie you can't tell.
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