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erotic, exhibitionist, finger fucking, hot springs, Las Vegas, Nevada, poem, Poetry, soared flashed gone, sonnet
Foliage dark mass fringed by your thighs we’re rude
north of Vegas two hour drunken blur
red rocks screening our bodies laying nude
upon rocks above the hot spring, under
the cliff’s shadow nature is nudity
grace-like you stand hands on hips gazing
upon my half-open calves and fleshy
gingersnaps we have been finger fucking
soared flashed gone all day tease taste swallow deep
throat gag control we came here to get high
above the valley floor you shudder seize
my skull press me deeper until you weep
when I go down. Looking up, you reply:
please please please please please please please please please please …