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I juiced in wait until, with care,
you bathed my sericeous skin in the warm tap water,
thumb flesh-mounts stroking my firm curves,
washing away the dust of unrequited lust.
Bedded on the saucer of impending carnal incarnation,
sudded nervous in innocence,
I blushed pink as you grasped a knife.
It was time for my dehiscence.
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