fauxcroft
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She was lonelyEven though marriedCompanion he was not,Somewhere the passionHad been somehow lost,She needed some tendernessA soft touch and some caring,She wanted something risqueSomething a little daring,She needed her pulse beatingShe needed those loving hands feelingShe yearned and was appealing,For spontaneity to light her upTo come along the wayThe mundane day to dayAnd being taken for…



