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		<title><![CDATA[Close Enough]]></title>
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		<description><![CDATA[They sat a room apart, and in the moving activities between them... they still caught each others scents.&nbsp; Sometimes she would experience a sudden tickle in between, a subtle but sweet moisture, and she would know that he was near. Somewhere, with his eyes running up and down her.&nbsp; When she did...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>They sat a room apart, and in the moving activities between them... they still caught each others scents.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Sometimes she would experience a sudden tickle in between, a subtle but sweet moisture, and she would know that he was near. Somewhere, with his eyes running up and down her.&nbsp;</p>
<p>When she did notice him, he didn't turn his attention away. But, held it, almost too intensely. She felt awkward but so intrigued and alive.</p>
<p>Days go by, and formally they haven't met. Although they are quite familiar with one another. Some things are already so good.</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p><br /><hr />Original article written by nnickole and published on <a href="http://everything.hotviber.com">nnickole</a> <br />
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2016 19:14:42 +0200</pubDate>
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		<dc:date>2016-05-05T19:14:42+02:00</dc:date>
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;http://poetmi.tumblr.com</p><br /><hr />Original article written by nnickole and published on <a href="http://everything.hotviber.com">nnickole</a> <br />
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2016 18:07:22 +0200</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[In pursuit]]></title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was his persistent and consistent nature that kept my interest, that drew me to him. He was persistent to know me, and consistent in his mannerisms. I felt like he wanted to explore me, and I wanted him to. He taunts my imagination. What does he smell like? What do his hands feel like? His...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was his persistent and consistent nature that kept my interest, that drew me to him. He was persistent to know me, and consistent in his mannerisms.</p>
<p>I felt like he wanted to explore me, and I wanted him to.</p>
<p>He taunts my imagination. What does he smell like? What do his hands feel like? His breathe... How does he behave intimately?</p>
<p>He makes me hungry...&nbsp;</p><br /><hr />Original article written by nnickole and published on <a href="http://everything.hotviber.com">nnickole</a> <br />
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2016 17:55:01 +0200</pubDate>
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		<dc:date>2016-05-05T17:55:01+02:00</dc:date>
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