Desiderata

Her middle finger traced a perfect line
Sinking into a moist abyss
Her senses swam her eyes blurred
The always perfect kiss

Moving, rippling tingling cupped
A sensuous solo clinch
The grinding slow gyrating climb
Sweet agony of the pinch

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