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...whenst a thought within me ignites,
I think about the touch; not
much to stress, all's is, just a
simple caress; my flesh upon
your flesh and a little more
to create a mesh; the touch
is pleasure, which when at it's
peak, very hard to measure;
the rush streaks within two bodies
and creeps from one to the other;
a supreme sense hovers as well,
not to mention the sweetest smell;
naturally emotional,
not necessarily devotional,
but 'tis in a way; it's a
play, and characters act on
a condensed immense, drenched in
aqua ecstasy;
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