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YOU Last night I ran my hand across your silken skin. My fingers fell over the ripples in your stomach. And I was consumed by your errorless beauty. God! You are like ice cream on a sultry summer's day. Like a cool glass of water in the arid desert. I want to drink you down every drop... slowly. You, You are like caramel, sweet and precious to my tongue. A morsel of you fills me to eternity. Let me wallow in this ambrosia that is you. And when we make love; Oh, when we make love. Our bodies locked in rhythm and time. Me laughing. Me crying. And you... Oh, you.
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