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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Feb 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.10.14.29.31233]] |
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The sweat forms small beads upon her brow, as she gently grasps the shaft. Concentration turns her features into a grotesque mask as she focuses upon the familiar ritual. Her shirt is loose upon her, her shorts damp with persperation and heat The shaft is a living thing in her hands as she manipulates her hands and arms. Knees bent, she approaches and her head goes down The shaft rises to great height, then begins it's deliberate jouney to the sweet spot, the moment immediate, elusive and perfect. WHAM! Right in the fairway again, nice shot baby. |