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by Harper the Fox, author of Wandering Lust

my head easing back in your lap,

nested against your hips


we are naked

I run my hands up and down myself,

pleasure dripping from my fingertips


your palms pet

the velvet-soft of my skin,

up and down, over and under—


your erection throbs, 

pushing through my hair

knocking, soft, against my cheek


your hand brushes across my face

and I begin to suck your thumb—

your skin, sweet like honey


the moment rolls away from us, easy,

gently ambling and turning 

all the way to the horizon


a bliss

abandoned by tension


here, there are only

relaxed muscles

happy pulses


and a shower of kisses, up and down

your thighs

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