Too have her bare stomach compared to walrus ivory, was this strange compliment hers alone? She had no idea how to take him but had taken him nearly as hard as possible. It still ran a shock of physical weakness all the way through her to think of certain things: his body against hers, the scent of his skin. The look of awestruck joy on his face when he entered her.
Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver pg. 56
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oh!...my eyes!...my eyes!!!!
mmmm, what a book!!?
*off to the bookstore! lol
it was a great book! be prepared to get the vapors!
THE VAPORS!!!?? WTF are VAPORS??? If it's below the belt moistness, I do NOT want to hear about that, Leah!
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