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sexual fantasy story of Mari Nagase :
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u are
now is so special and warm. The flooding of sensations through my
body reminds me just how much I delight in you.
Longing. Now my body craves to give physical meaning to the
love I feel. I want you. I want to be in your arms. My skin
yearns for your touch. The look on your face is well known to me -
it is the one when you have finally found the words of your poem.
Now it is just a matter of letting them flow to the pen and take
life on the page.
I rise and go to take a shower. Nothing helps pass the time
more than the cascading water. Lathering my body it awakens even
more. Knowing you are downstairs. Knowing the pleasures. Wanting.
My hands stroke my body. The soft bubbles of soap creating a Mari Nagase en.
I wonder if you ever realized that showering, even alone, is often a
form of lovemaking with you. In my mind, it is not my hands, but
yours. The moisture not water, but passion. The soap not cleanser
but lubrication of full desires.
Finally, toweling off, I ponder. How far along are you to your
latest sonnet? Are you finished? Have I delayed too long? I wa
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