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By distant moon Date: 2001 May 31 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.31.11.51.8467]] |
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My tongue dancing in circles all to the background music of her soft coos, shaking my inner core and rattling down the fringes of my spine. As my nose brushes the moist pinnacles she shivers with delight, remembering the feeling of the soft grass below her bare feet in the poppy fields. Exhaling, I feel the distinct tensing of muscles throughout her body. Her hands, like bear claws, circle my head and pull me towards her in need. Sheer pleasure, like a bee collecting pollen. In the same train of thought, the sweet honey flows from her and I become a silent fawn at her stream. Quietly, yet quickly tonguing what I crave. |