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feeling her sleeve with your thumb
is how innocently it can begin but as nature drives you you don't have to say anything: just slowly unbutton her pajama top and let your fingers slide over her bra the way leaves skate across streets; not touching her skin is such a tease is what's running through your head as you're eyelevel with her waistline when you're so close and so distant; and as your warm, curious tongue lightly roams over her underwear she lets out a gasp from across the laundry room and you stuff her clothes back into the dryer written by a friend's friend, bobby mm |
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