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She bathed while tweaking her breasts with the zest of a newborn, and moaned for him.
She wanted him to bring his hunger for the breakfast in her orifice, and moaned for him.
She found something in the tub’s porcelain worth rubbing, and moaned for him.
She made muraled lust on her clitoris, then over her cervical wall, and moaned for him.
She painted a form of warm, contoured portraitures, and moaned for him.
She yenned for the one who never disrespected, the one her heart requested, and moaned for him.
She dreamt, she felt, she spurted from her brim, and moaned for him.
© Bob McNeil 2014
Although Bob McNeil does not normally admit it, the diaries of Anaïs Nin influenced him. Furthermore, even after many years of being a professional illustrator, spoken word artist and writer, he still hopes to express and address the needs of the human mosaic.
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