REM Embers
REM embers burn the night's scene,
As salty rain soak satin sheets.
Every drop tasted, tiptoes on my tongue;
Every breath, freeing fantasy fetishes;
Sighing thighs lie naked in the breeze.
Together our spooned bodies smile.
Longing for the lick of the flame,
I awake and remember,
Still burning.
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