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Her desire

Is akin to a forest fire,

Burning fiercely

As she stokes it hard,

Needs no one else

She can pleasure herself,

She has a touch

Of amazing stealth,

That can ease her passions

And that can quell her fire,

In a solo display

Of skillful massaging,

Between her trembling thighs

Where her hand stays lingering,

As the waves of climax

Wash all over her skin,

As her body twists

And her back is arching,

And the moans she emits

Tells me she has reached it,

The peak of her arousal

She discovered and managed to hit it.