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Naked, except for your socks, BlueShift, you seduced me,

showing me (as I observed with a starwatcher's precision of

focus), Uranus, ringed, in slow retrograde motion.

Wanting to show you the utmost and fervent devotion

deserved by our Love, I gladly accepted the invitation

without the least bit of parent-imposed hesitation,

I slipped between the interior sides of that firm

posterior; and, as you received me, the warm softness that

distinguished the blue socks that adorned your nakedness

touched, even caressed, my legs' right and left sides,

respectively, as we began to rock in romantic reciprocation,

until my final thrusts achieved the sequence of surges that

effected the release of my sweetstuff, seven waves of the

most intense pleasure followed by the mutual collapse known

only to the most intimate lovers as the inevitable refraction

commenced . . .

Starward-Led