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I come back home,
to find a trail
of your clothes
and your inner-wear
leading me to the
swimming pool,
where you lay
with your legs spread,
nipples erect and
hands wet from
touching the
necessary places.

No wonder I forgot to ask,
‘What is for Dinner Tonight?’.
The Feast was ready.


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