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Gently fingers tracing my spine
Lips crashing together
Bodies locked, intertwined
Her hair wild un-tamed
Her fervour so frenzied
Yet somehow restrained
Gliding against one another
Glistening bodies so rapt
Groans refusing to the smother
Pupils agape, dilated
Long days gone by
In expectation they waited
Greased in moti...
Monday 17th January 2011 9:22 pm
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