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The Way
The way the flower
silks against her lips,
it's petals soft against
the dew on her slit.
The feeling,
feather light amidst
her throbbing clit.
The way a finger
slides between her thighs,
creating little moans
and helpless sighs.
The feeling,
exploding embers
behind watchful eyes.
silks against her lips,
it's petals soft against
the dew on her slit.
The feeling,
feather light amidst
her throbbing clit.
The way a finger
slides between her thighs,
creating little moans
and helpless sighs.
The feeling,
exploding embers
behind watchful eyes.
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