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| Belly down on the lake shore, the waves lap against my naked hips, pushing them against the angled rock ledge I cling to, the slippery moss that covers feeling like passive tongues upon my growing interest. You sit higher beside me, and I sneak a peek between your legs at the puckering bud of your forbidden fruit. It is an easy trance that combines all these sensations with the sun�s warmth on my back. Perhaps if you had been more stable at that time in your life, you would have been that rock I clung to in precarious pleasure. Your thoughts are somewhere across the water. I rise up on one elbow so that you may see my little buoy pointing at you. |
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| Hippie Hollow Afternoon |