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Aug 2017
Whipping red hair in the blowing breeze
large and deep blue eyes, ready to freeze
your heart and soul with a single glance
long tan legs that are ready to dance.

Spicy perfume her favorite scent
to buy it for her, use my last cent,
cinnamon gum, I taste on her tongue
with her kisses, I am stung.

Red tank top, white linen skirt,
outdoor dance floor, with me she flirts,
nothing underneath she makes sure I see
building my fire and fueling my need.

As she dances her fingers explore,
around her body, inside and more,
with her finger, she gives me a taste,
savor her flavor, no way I'd waste.

The music fills my ears with a beat
her whispered breath, I feel her heat
inviting me out for a midnight swim,
running out full moon reflects on her skin.

Like crashing waves, she falls into me,
lips, and limbs, we are set free,
roaming hands tease and please
legs wrap around me in a powerful squeeze.

Warm kisses, salty water, silver moon,
Slow song, in the club, hear the croon,
water droplets shimmer on her naked *******,
flashing jewels, reflected neon, I taste the rest.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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