ONCE VEILED: IN THE NATURE OF NOT
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They yearn for release. Reflections of our own impulses. |
| Swaying, shifting, straining against restraint, stressing taut cloth, over-extending clinging-clasping elastic till it quivers like bowstrings, ready to snap. |   |
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These buxom orbs, these zaftig round beauties, this sweet brimming flesh, bulging, bouncing, swinging ponderously under cover, trembling tenderly in stretchy flexing nylon. |
| Swelling into the embrace of liquid cashmere, fulfilling the soft promise of Angora, burdening gossamer silk with voluptuous weight and pert pressing points of pressure, engorging sleek satin with heaving masses of malleable milky warmth, offering a surfeit of sensual reward. |   |
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They rise above the mundane, the merely mammalian — cradled in delicate rose-patterned wisps, swathed in plush velvet, cloaked in fluffy blue knits — ascending to fantasy, to dreams. | Veiled to entice
the eyes. Arouse the mind. |
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| MORPH Sayonara |