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With crimson hair aflame
through water made untame
She burns with sultry stare
to make our passions flare
as icy droplets slide
spinning down her spine
a tickling teasing track
'til she arch her back
then we are left to sigh
as lusty daydreams fly
And wish, and want
for that which won't
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