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she was panting, panting, panting
Drums beating, intensely, leaving their tribal mark
Fever.
Quiet drips of sweat, sweating

One hand on his shoulder
the other on his cheek
the air, smolders him, yet she inhales selfishly

Closer, her lips came to his
they embrace, only at the lips
their eyes connect

She never looks away
Even as he closes his
She never looks away




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