We are so well known to each other, which, being close, might forget themselves and the world. We thought only about the art of desire - and our bodies, our members are ideally suited to each other. "And our soul, too" - echoed in my heart. Our souls, like two lute player, wove sounds of their songs, then played separately and wove them again. Is it not because the King still wanted me, not ten other women, younger and cuter, which easily could get? We were among the hot bed of velvet and fur. Linen Edward stuck to his sweaty broad back, his eyes clouded with desire. And when he pushed me in the stomach, I laughed again.
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