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The Art Of Moisture Part 1

A secret gentle touch on the palm of my hand
Sends a bolt of pleasure to my core – moisture.

A flash image of you: Focused
Far away – inside
Biting the corner of your bottom lip.

You plunge deep & withdraw to the tip.
I meet your rhythm & with my muscles, grip.

Shock waves roll over me.
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