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you are the circle shape of the well from water cups,
I can fall into you but be brought up in next mornings bucket
To quench your feet as you sit
On my clothes

the feel of your arm hair antenna's tickling me with their dainty fine texture that evoke the scent of your pores, the scent of your sweat, breath, feet, pussy, underarms,
base of your spine compared to neck, the glistening of your lips, the flowing warm rapid river contained in such elegant and classical form.