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Friction on the Tongue We ignite in a frenzy of motion bombarding flesh with playful sensations kindling fingers stroking emotion hair cracks like a whip trained on my stations wheeling untracked friction in diving nails creates streaking sparks of scented embers which enters the streams of screaming inhales scorching lungs while exciting all members surging arteries bring the blood to play in hearts sharing a scintillating flood brimming vessels lead all thoughts far away leaving two bodies where eruptions bud howling kettles of flesh steep in delight saturated in a glow bursting night |
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