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the shower head
sounds the start
a drop of water
drips down her
forehead to the

nose 
stays

then leaps to her
lips not getting
licked dripping
to her chin

again
a wait

then because she
lowers her head
he simply slides

off
onto

but between the
rolling hills of
pastoral cleavage

but
not

stopping to sightsee
not even the odd
sink hole near 
the middle of 

the race
making

his way towards
some slight foliage
just a tuft but just
enough shade as not to

dehydrate
but wait

now a choice to be 
made left or right or
stay but to stay is
giving up and

enough
enough

said before a flip
of a coin he joins
others going right
his thighs now

burning
disearning

if the right 
choice was his
choice but mistake
is no returning in this

race
pacing

now passed
the knee and 
feeling victory
just might be
one only knows not
sweating the simple
stuff having made it
thus far and just a bit

further
farther

then one would
think to be stopped
to sink but sunk just
a foot away not even
feet defeat finds him at
an ankle twist but contented

to sit
she is

so delicious

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