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she sat down on my couch, elegant and sexual, like the way something young and beautiful moves,succulent and profound,like sweet cool watermelon on a dry summers dayi looked, she crossed her legs, one over another talking about him,her new failed relationship but i could never understand,the markings on her thighs, bright red and soft,like razors sinking in and exploring the vibrant red colors that sips out