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10/17/2004

Deep Pleasures

As the taste of you lingers
On my lips
My tongue
My fingers
I lay back
Sighing
And you rest
Your head against my
Still heaving breasts
The sweat cools
On our skin
Still sensitive
A shudder quakes
Through us now and then
While we linger
In the after math
of Deep pleasures
© ER Barker 2004