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Mar 2015
She watched a bead of sweat cross the bridge of his nose
and roll all the way down to the tip, where it hung above her
in an eternal moment of ecstasy and primal pleasure.

He saw her looking cross-eyed at his face and he smiled
as she craned her head up and licked the drop of saline
from the tip of his nose. He tasted it on her lips.

They gasped and sighed into each other's mouths,
they lived and died inside of each other's eyes.
They left life behind one stroke at a time,
they ****** the days away.
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What are we playing at?
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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