Thursday, October 03, 2019

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I slathered the sun cream on
in white spurts like the spoils of pleasure
around her shoulders and beneath her straps
and then around the hem of her shorts
I crept my creamy fingers under
the sun was very hot
the curve of her buttocks
where it joined the leg
my heart beat
in the very hot sun
the sea was almost still
there was wind and traffic
the sounds of kites weaving
the elastic edge of her cotton knickers
I crept my creamy fingers under
and into the shadows
her cunt was wet
I crept my creamy fingers
and she raised herself to let me.

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