fingertips stretch
grasping for
gasping for
soft, pale
flesh
hands molding
body
into shapes
ripe and waiting
for embrace
breathe.
chilly drips tingle
hot frost raises up
the skin
the waves of her
her flawless back
now you're in deep
hard body
and she aches
sacrificing
fuzzy peach skin
opens its fruits
revealing it's juices
dive into her waves
and taste the intoxicating essence
so she wakes
and blooms
cooing petals
biting
soft pale flesh.
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