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Rough Brocade


Sophie smiles
and spreads her thighs.

Perched on the sofa's back
like some disheveled vulture
shoulders pressing against cool plaster
so she can see her sex
in the mirror facing.

She holds her breath.

The only sound
the gentle slurp that fingers make
in molten folds of flesh engorged.

Eyes wide but now sightless
she grunts
then gently slides
down rough brocade.


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