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Lioness eyes.
The stare down begins.
A step closer.
Then another.
Blood rushes
hard, fast.
Head swoons.
Pulse in my lips.
Every inch of skin
aware, alert.
Your scent
races to my brain.
God, I am ready
to tussle
with you.
Let's get it on.
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