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Touching...and going
Sleeping, topless, deeply rested
She was so superbly-breasted
That I felt I must –unheeded - sneak
And tweak them a reverential tweak.
So reaching timorously… slow,
(Intending just to touch…and go)
I inched toward her gingerly
Till – cruelly and disastrously-
My feet (both) skidded under me!
Propelling me head-longingly.
(And turning my adoring touch
Into a ru...
Thursday 7th November 2013 6:25 pm
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