treasures below

Folds of her skin
Fingers slip in
And dance
She purrs
Her back arcs
She mumbles pleasure

Delicious sin
His tongue flits in
And withdraws
She growls
Her hold tightens
Her patience falters

Blossoming fins
Part to her sea
And giddiness
She writhes
He nibbles her bud
She answers in floods

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