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| Dear _____, |
I'm lost to the canyon
between your thighs.
As your fingers trail to my ________,
there's no time to waste.
________ has us tied in knots.
Your lips find the swell of my _____________,
exciting a deep, unquenchable ache.
I'm drawn to you by _________ unseen,
a fire that will not break.
Your fingers trail along
my ___________,
delicate and soft;
while _____ lips paint
a red flame on my _________.
Together we begin the climb,
our bodies glistening with passion's tears,
our muscles __________,
_______ enough to sear the
Pulsing swell of tight skin. |
Love, ________ |
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