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Draco smiled, dark and wild, and for that moment he looked like a creature of myth, an incubus or some other fey being of lust and moonlight.

["What Seperates Us" - Chapter 14 - by Amy]

Where's a guy like Draco waiting for me?
Wild, passionate, dark, fierce, sweet, shy, tender, loving, ...

I want it all... but where do I get what I need?

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Nothing like a long, hard, well-polished broomstick between your legs to draw the eye away from any other phallic objects nearby.

["What Seperates Us" - Chapter 15]

 

*snickers*
This sentence could be originated by one of my Professors at University... he's constantly talking about phallic objects and symbols he sees/believes to see in music-clips.