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You seemed a quiet, peaceful meek someoneThe kind who hardly makes a ripple inThe sea of life, a bookish girl who waitsTo marry to a quiet timid man and thenHave quiet timid children, or perhapsRemain unmarried. When I smiled at you,I thought we might perform some pleasant dance,But nothing serious and nothing new.Which shows how much I know. You had in youA storm of passion that was well-concealed.It only took a spark of interestTo light a blazing fire between your legs,Consuming both our bodies, minds, and souls.How much a simple glance at you revealed!
