The Phone
deep masculine tones resonate tantalizingly, enticing peeks
sending sizzling fire surging through my body achingly
mounting needs have me writhing in search of sweet release
as fingers dive deeply within my core, climbing, soaked in perspiration
molten fluid laces fingers as screams of ecstasy ignite over the phone
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