| The Choice Is Hers
by: Karl Stewart |
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walk towards her with languid grace she swoons with possibilities only imagined. His actions speak in tones of pure sensuality as with a soft feathery touch he reaches out and runs his fingers through her hair. Spinning her around and leaning in, their eyes connect as they gaze into the mirror. His sonorous voice fills with promise as with scissors in hand he quietly asks, How would you like it cut? This is the result of a list of words provided by a friend. The words are: roguish sonorous feathery scissors tones |
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