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barely touching
just the tip of a finger
moving, so slowly, across my skin
gliding gently down
through the dips and the hollows
rising and falling, slowly, softly
just the tip of a finger
barely touching
leaving a burning path behind
a deep ache spreading slowly
just the tip of a finger
pushing my body downwards
then arching and stretching
pulling me slowly, breathlessly
towards the edge
falling, trembling, into a low moan
then, with closed eyes
a gentle smile
just the tip of a finger
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