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I yearn to touch her. Her tantalizing dark skin -- eloquently enhanced by bewitching eyes. An Egyptian Princess would be honored to have such beauty. A melodic voice that sings a tone of rapture when softly whispered in my ear. Even her name vibrates my throat with music, "Uhura."
My command chair doesn’t protest as I squeeze its arms tight in my sudden embarrassment. My face now flushed with heat, I swivel to meet the eyes I was dreaming about. A deep crimson shimmers on the edges of her cheeks, acknowledging she heard my daydream unwittingly spoken aloud.
As did all.