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Aug 2017
Through the blue pool mirrors,
of her wet blue eyes,
I can see, never before seen,
depths of love reflected.

With the touch of suede soft skin,
I am comforted by the touch of hand,
as it slides down my arm,
and into my hand, fingers entwine.

I am warmed and excited,
with the pressing of
plush pink pursed lips,
Into mine, underneath a smile blooms.

Hot blood surges,
engorging and tightening skin,
goosebumps rise,
as a velvety tongue searches for mine.

From lips to neck to ear,
as soft hums and loving words,
evoke ****** reactions, quivers,
quiet moans answer the whispers
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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