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Words
by
Pirate Turner
Words spill off of his charmingly eloquent tongue, a thousand words a minute, and I'm lost in their swirl. I don't understand them, but the sound of them coming out of his marvellous mouth sends shivers racing through me and my heartbeat pounding in his ears. I don't understand a thing about what he does in his lab, but I love when he talks scientific. I love it when he talks at all. Just the mere sound of his voice caressing my ears makes this cold body hot. I swear I could even listen to the man read the phonebook!
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