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An Easy Slipping Away
by Annie Ray
Within the warmth of wetness
I dream. An easy slipping away,
The slick and slurp of each
Finger. Can it be inside me?
A sly smile, steals without warning,
Acknowledging the hand's created
Heat, intensified. Teeth upon my lips,
Capturing escaping mirth, the pain-
Three fingers now-my secret,
A favorite luridness. My tongue
Reaches out, pretending lover's lick,
As I grind, wish for your mouth and
Fantasize of your tongue, groan,
And grind again.
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