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Blades Of Grass by Michael DefriesWatching them together was exciting;
She lay there cradled in his arms; some pixie – she was,
Sitting there in mini-high; -skirt driven up her thighs;
It was short, and even, remarkably delicate for her flesh;
Showing; even - his hands-run slowly across her waistline
Gripping with finger-tight; tensed in to| - Feeling the flesh of her;
Eyes closed with pause | – ending – | In spoken;silence.
03/09/2010 Posted on 03/10/2010 Copyright © 2025 Michael Defries
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