She here, he there, victims of gremlin mists that hide their bodies from each other. lust and longing, are mysteries driven by a witch's curse on their heated minds. aching, willing breasts, seen, but vaguely through a steamy veil. that shades too, the tumescent promise of rampant shaft or drizzling nectar of willing, needful crevice distance denies fingers, lips and tongues
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