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Arachnophilia

Lick,
your legs.
Icy needles touch my skin.
Warm hair
of love,
With your gentle kisses in.

Your sticky web
a sensual joy
upon my naked parts.
Fast up, and down
your loving race.
A quivered tip-toe
to my face.

A pinch,
of pleasure,
excites within.
Your silver footsteps brush my skin.