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Fingers

Mingling

between weaving locks

Staring

into blues as greens unlock

Caressing 

strands before play beckons 

Gripping 

tight when time reckons

Squeezing

two pounding breasts 

Pinching 

reds on a heaving chest

Slipping

deep into clinching folds

Trickling 

wet as the doors unfold

Searching

for a throbbing bud

Hoping

for a gushing flood

Smiling 

when musk finally lingers

Coating

skin of conquering fingers 

    What do you think?

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