Lesbian Uses Man to Help, Just Once

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It started slowly, with a trickle,
   as the nerves began to tickle;
It was rising, slowly higher,
   as her nerves were set on fire;
Then the trickle turned to streaming,
   heavy breathing, heavy dreaming;
Then the dam began to burst,
   quenching waves of unslaked thirst;
And as the dam was broken, splintered,
   lusty screams cried out, unhindered...
It all started with a trickle,
   when the nerves began to tickle;
It persisted, ever lingering
   then did I begin my fingering...
I suppose, then, I am like
   the boy with finger in the dyke.

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