finding a place in the sun
the warm lull
of your
verse
breathed into
the curve of
my neck,
radiant heat
from your
spoken tongue
traveling
down
my spine,
toe curling
flames
between
my legs
as you
reach down
touch me
for the first time.
of your
verse
breathed into
the curve of
my neck,
radiant heat
from your
spoken tongue
traveling
down
my spine,
toe curling
flames
between
my legs
as you
reach down
touch me
for the first time.


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Nice.
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