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| the ancient satyr |
sweat scent tip of nose grazing soft tangle of close-cropped pubes faint perfume and fabric softener cotton and elastic peeling away from skin sighs and laughing gasps forgetting the icy wind outside in the radiance of shared body heat moments far removed but never quite forgotten |
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i do miss my favourite partner-in-crime and the way we used to kill time together oh... |
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