Gypsy
She inserted her gaze into mine
I turned the key and locked her in
She stalked to the right
I stepped left
We glided synchronized
like broken hands around the face of a clock
She shimmered
like a windblown blade of grass in the sun
I moved closer
Her apple blossom lips
were animated into a nonverbal conversation
She tightened the circle
I frivolously brushed her arm
She embraced me lock-step into a swing
Her moist flesh quivered under the strength of my hands
I inhaled deeply her natural musky girl scent
My manhood was instantly inflamed
She pulled me smiling into her loins
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