when impulses descend
down from my brain right to the end
where eager nerves feed aging loins.
And, oh so unbeknownst to you
this little secret shall be always mine
it is the sight of naked cheeks
as they emerge from vinyl drapes;
two firm and luscious bosco pears
flushed pink and just a touch of damp.
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What a breath of fresh air
back you are in my cyberarmsplease do pardon my starewhen we hug, crushing ribsI may melt at the thought of your charms.
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Just like your beautiful long hair,
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