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Autumn massage
The wind outside hurls its cold breath around trees
whose leaves, having served their summer duty,
succumb to their chilly seasonal demise
Inside, warm oil slithers secretly between my willing cheeks
and her gentle breath warms my most sensitive place
whose leaves, having served their summer duty,
succumb to their chilly seasonal demise
Inside, warm oil slithers secretly between my willing cheeks
and her gentle breath warms my most sensitive place
Published 23rd Nov 2024
Author's Note
Inspired by warm memories while on a chilly walk
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