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Like a hundred invisible hands and mouths on my body Tousling my hair as I walk beside the lake and flowering trees Gently kissing my neck and ears Delivering the smell of blossoms as I inhale deeply and sigh in delight Forcing my eyes to close, the better to feel its gentle massaging and experience its erotic scent Lifting my skirt like an impatient lover. My lips want to part in delight and ecstasy, but then bugs would fly in! |
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Maureen Voss July 21, 2004 |
