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Jun 2014
The dimmed lights, shadows flow over soft silk skin
A gasp, white teeth are bared in happy grin
Bed sheets tangled mess, Slip to the dark floor
Eyes glow smouldering, lock through the dark. More.
Speed builds slowly, relaxed and unhurried.
Eyes widen, teeth bare, nails gouge deeply buried.
Hair tangled now, caught in hands, wound round.
Gasps, and low throaty whispers consume sound.
Iambic good times
Written by
StuKerr
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