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Why are unanswered questions always so provoking and erotic? You know, don't you, the ones that always start off so innocent. Her pale swan-like neck arched gracefully under your relentless kisses, vibrating with each word. Do you really like me, she'll ask, do you think I'm pretty? Posing nude for the unblinking eye of your camera, her questions become more persitant. Will you buy me presents, she whispers seductively in your ear. Do you love me, will you steal me away from this place? You hush her worries and promise her anything she desires so you can close your shutter upon a glimpse of her fleeting smile. Knowing her crimson lips will appear boldly black smeared across the dull monotone of the colorless photograph. You let her questions go and ignore the resentment they cause you to feel. After all, she's young and gullible, full of hopes and dreams, and so desperately in love. For you, she's an obsession, and you learn to be patient with this foolish creature. Coping so you can feel a thrill as her soft curves and voluptous beauty drift up to the surface of the paper. Her body a series of mysteries slidding over the glossed wet print under the controlling red glow of the dark room.
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