| From here I can feel the heat of My lady's guarded form, her steam rising to signal the need for My return. Is it a swim we need? I part these cooling waters for you, but wrapped together in this wetness we are not yet soothed; rather a roiling ensues as temperatures combine to climb, our geyser erupting long overdue. |
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