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falling card
smirk signals
release, zipper
divides, slow
caress turns to
muscled veins,
beats like a
heart. lips
lower, tastes
warm, like
silk, she says.
glides up the under-
side, kisses
end, then pushes
inside. tongue
works in circles and
pulls me deeper,
nerves on end,
minutes into
seconds. hand wrings
softly, symbiotic
swirling of opposites.
pumping is
dangerous this close
to the edge, but not before
crystalline eyes and an
expert's motion send me
over. thick, white
ropes my falling card,
which she takes in,
beside myself, as am I.
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