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As they lunged at each other they hoped the elevator and time would freeze. The frantic kisses, holding each other tightly, were animal yet vulnerable. Her soft face radiated the heat of a woman who was his for the taking. Those stolen moments would change him and her and burn down their house of inhibitions.

  1. Vishnu Pratap Singh Chauhan
    May 5, 2013 at 5:50 pm

    What is burnt passionately, can’t be doused easily.

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