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Secret moments

Whispering winds,

Warming rays of the sun,

Calm surface of the water

Reflecting her image back at her.

Everything seeming calm,

But inside, her blood is boiling

Like molten lave flowing through her veins.

She stretches out

On the warm cliffs by the water

Far from anyone,

Slowly running her hands over her naked skin

Images flashing behind closed eyes

Of Him, touching her, waking her,

Making her body ache with need.

Memories of long nights

Of passion and love

As her hands stroke her inner thighs.

In her mind, it is Him,

His hands about to touch

Her moist folds, her clit.

She trembles softly, little whimpers,

Her fingers working as His would,

Thoughts of His cock filling her deeply

As she cums with moans of pleasure,

Gasping as her juices drips onto the cliffs.

Her body slowly calming,

She dives into the cool water,

Washing off the glow on her skin

Before returning to normal life,

Being a working woman,

A housekeeper, a cook,

A daughter, a friend,

None knowing of her secret moments

When she hides away

to recharge her batteries.

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