SUSAN
By JCSTREET ©
came today first time
in weeks, we had
skinhunger pent up we
writhed and laughed and
moaned together, rubbing our bodies like
feral animals, tickling and teasing, kissing
that’s
how I like it, easy and slow no
macho at all. No
big shows at all just the tight tight tight
skinslick, the
sliding on and off
up and down
sideways
upside down, hanging
from pillows, writhing, tickling, tonguing
yeah – we were watching the Man
from Snowy River and I’d
lost the remote
-30-
Kingston, Ontario, May 22, 2004
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