at the thought
of your touch,
slowly moving
from navel to nipple,
from knee to neck,
from the boundaries of me
into the borders of you.
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the sieve and the sand 
in your very few words, still, I am moved. Exquisite and delicious!
i’m sort of grossed out by this comment…
Don’t be hating on my comments Rog.
Thanks Julio. And since I don’t know Roger, perhaps I will just assume that getting grossed out is how he gets off. I’d like to see HIM write something so sensual in fewer words than you have. That takes mad skill.
okay lets have a try