The Cubicle of a Village Hall - Perception

I push her up against the wall and drag my fingers down her body, the palm of my hand massaging her breast. She gasps. Her fingers pull on my hair and I run my fingers into the slit of skin between her chaps and her shorts. Her lips part and her eyes close. My fingers play her and she moans. All I feel is the base of the music pumping through me and her nails making pulsing red lines of my skin.

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Her petal nipples were pinched hard
Unflowered buds under my tongue
Her mouth sprung open
Revealing glimpses of syrup tongue

Her nails dragged down my back
Blood red stems pulsing on my skin
My feet rooted the floor
Delicate touches made her gasp and whither