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by dokurtybitz

Cool air rushes in
Dragging me out of
My noisy racket,
Senses
A half a step off sync
As you come back
Under the covers
Sleepy fingers
Touch, stroking the fire
To a wet, hot joining
Listening to us pant, gasp and
Moan,
Til exhaustion drops me
Again.

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