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During the afternoon of the summer's most sweltering day,

Misha's torso, like his feet (beneath his jeans' cuffs), was bare;

his nipples (between them, profuse and very soft hair)

yearned for your mouth's and fingertips' play

as he invited you:  "Oh yes, there . . . and there."

J-Called