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The image and the understanding of a woman who is a mother is a part of how her lover or husband views her when she is the most vulnerable to who they are as a couple. In a sheer black night gown and nothing else she is a serious vixen capable and bent upon conquest and consumption of the oils, the liquids and fumes of what within her man is essential to her sexual being. It is magical romance, lust, desire and need for each other. The man's penis, her wet vagina and the secrets they share are like cinnamon to sweet breads, or pollen to the butterfly. A child will never see this in his mother. A man, her man will. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 6.20.14
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| We met in a pool, and I took this picture without a camera to remember the treasure someone else sees in her. |
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