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Post by Don Schaeffer on Mar 2, 2013 11:25:47 GMT -5
Classically gray day pre Spring trees cast in silouhette. Sitting in shadow side by side behind the wall, one of them puts right hand above left knee of the other, slides palm slowly up. Heartbeats. Ticktock breath. Feels flesh soften, moisten, smooth. One looks ahead. The other eyes over, downward. A parting of thighs. Future waits. Mysteries near solving.
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