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| Belly down on the lake shore, the waves lap against my naked hips, pushing them against the angled rock ledge I cling to, the slippery moss that covers feeling like passive tongues upon my growing interest. You sit higher beside me, and I sneak a peek between your legs at the puckering bud of your forbidden fruit. It is an easy trance that combines all these sensations with the sun’s warmth on my back. Perhaps if you had been more stable at that time in your life, you would have been that rock I clung to in precarious pleasure. Your thoughts are somewhere across the water. I rise up on one elbow so that you may see my little buoy pointing at you. |
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| Hippie Hollow Afternoon |