#384191 - I slid beyond the outer gate, prepared And waiting for me, then the barrier Was struck that blocked the way to womanhood. And when I meet the gate that sits across The burrow that I seek to stretch and fill. Your raven arm-length silken flowing hair And how it moves about you as you walk, The perfect skin you show with your arms bare, The spritely and insightful way you talk.
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