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Monday, September 30, 2013

Wet.

Liquid flows like cold fingers running
Over skin nimble, led by gravity.
Covering shivering spaces.
Coursing down limbs.
Salty secretions sweet.

With a delicate gasp in wet throes.
Cooling off after getting off.
Exuding passion into open air.
Allowing scents to wander away.

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