There
is nothing more important
to the
rising of the blood
than the
way a woman
moistens
her lips lightly
with a
tongue that is there and gone,
or the
way
she turns
her head slightly,
smiles
with only a crescent inclination,
raises a long
eyebrow,
or blinks
as she turns the corner,
inviting
you to follow
a slender
sash of femininity
swaying
in the wind
and her
come hither now,
come
hither.
~William Hammett
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