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Secret Places...
Beneath
my caress her quivering body trembles
dissolving into pools of simmering anticipation
I touch her in secret places and we both speak in tongues
In the densely populated valleys of her heaven
I wade through rivers overflowing
emptying into my everwaiting reservoir
she releases waves upon waves
until all is calm.
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