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I stare at her fairness

with glints of desire

filling my lustful eyes.



Yet I don’t want

to tamper with purity,

untouched and smooth.



But how I long to trace

my fingertips across

her snow-white skin.



I start with one

gentle stroke and

wait for a reaction.



Hoping she knows that

after even just one touch,

I can’t resist her.



In time, I pick up

momentum, moving

against her with force.



When I’m done,

I gaze at her deflowered form,

beaming with satisfaction.