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Courting


Grip cannister firm
backwards-yank silver ring
tsssssssssssss!
optic yellow trio sing
intoxicating fragrance wafts
from taut rubber epidermis
fuzzy orb caresses the palm
soon flies to fulfill its purpose
when in cobalt blue sky is tossed
masochistic resilience
their mere mortal players lack
though constantly beaten
immediately bounce back
oh the sound of ecstasy!
when by the sweet spot struck
proximate to the sensual song
when electric G-spot's plucked

In shared love begins
ends when one wins advantage
Tennis anyone?
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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Author's Note
I miss playing Tennis so much. It can be disheartening getting old, not being able to move like in yesteryear. Oh well...you work with what you've got...nothing preventing me from hit'n a bucket of balls every morning, right? Hell I've played against men in their 80's and their still making it work. Damn! I just cheered myself up.
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