Arouse in Five Words v.3

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hips like machinery, she churns.

every part is squealing rhythm.

every move is made involuntarily.
 
Muscles tightening from the pleasure

Heart racing with the extacy

Butterflies fighting for their release
 
I am, every inch, cracking.

every syllable spoken shatters me.

every tongue flick is torture.
 
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