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May 2019
The feel of moisture
the simple thought has me soaked
like a wet rag
A drenching cloth
wanting to be dried
Drain me out
supply the pipe
pain with pleasure
tears dripping
the magnitude of
this magnificent moment is magical
thoughts of riding like a wild horse
slow but steady
bouncing up and down.
holding on tight
seeing the peak approaching in your eyes.
this new found experience
have you coming back for more
Monica
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Monica  California
(California)   
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