Transcription: I Her face was more than beautiful. It was kind, honest, soft, perfect. Like her voice, like her manner, like her body. She was perfect. She was all woman, all loving, And as I thought about her, I could see her. To see her is to want to touch her. And to touch her is to do what no man ever has, except in his dreams. And that's a tragedy of Stephanie Banks, for she'd like to be held as much as any man in his right mind would like to hold her. But as soon as you try, she's gone. So I don't hold her. I just watch her and want her. and love her. Stephanie. You're watching me again. How could I no ...
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