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Dec 2012
Cast back the curtains
let me gaze upon your beauty

soaped up and slippery...

your smooth skin
gleaming as water droplets
roll beneath my rough hewed touch
as I rub gently
in circles
along your bottom
breathing heavy
with the slap of wet leather
and torn shirt
I make you wet once more
my *****
*****


windows.
Torn shirt an old fabric square for polishing the glass
Written by
DieingEmbers
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