dirty sanchez
Fingers stretch out,
Entwined they become,
Lips form a pout,
Kisses there are some;
Arms over shoulders,
Drifting to lower,
Over the neck line hovers,
Ploughing lightly as a mower;
Hands between,
Somewhat searching,
Not to be seen,
Thoughts are roving.
sigh.
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