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Aug 2017
Carmine curtains pulled from the window,
wrapped around her while wrestling,
***** lashings from my tongue ensue,
both of us submitting to the other's passions.

The Lambada lasts into the night,
lovers swirl and bounce,
crawling and jumping,
until the music winds down into ecstasy.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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