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Summer

Trace her curves
and the silhouetted hips,
the soft swollen breasts
await the touch
at the hidden crevices.
The nectar drips
begging to be explored
by the glazed fingers
and thirst ridden tongue.
It should be long dry summer,
Let us be wet like never before.

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