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Apr 2017
soft petals of touch
from fingertips slow walk
and feathery glide
along thigh and sides
Traversing
silky skin
in gentle slides.
Their gait
falls and rises.
Tentatively they stride
one careful tip
at a time
Dipping
into the mine
of pleasure,
a treasure
worth journeying
a thousand little miles.
grumpy thumb
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