her eyes were full of intent. next we was floating down the nile and me dick was a submarine periscope:
"Up cap'n"
My testicles were floats in a hessian sack; my roughness rubbed her softness.
on the horizon was temples and idols of yore.
finally i squeezed the melons, and then i looked down into my third eye.
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