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New Ground

It was soft
like the underbelly of
a Beautiful Slug
 
His fingertips
slide over her
epidermal luster white
blazing a trail
only taking his time
to do it
 
She writhed and moaned
as another trail
felt from toes to the nape
of her neck
 
She knew NO more
stop
for he still had to
roll her over
and begin
anew.
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