| honeyed wine trails thick and slow over skin,
gentle rise and fall of rib quickens rivulets of red and gold, sends them sliding over tremble, into languid touch of palm and silent smiles in candlelight chasing shadows up the walls. tongue tastes beloved skin and sticky wine, teasing flow of gold�n�red from rib to hip, delights when voice releases sacred sigh of senses in the molten half-light mystery that flows between each kiss and corresponding heave and push that finds and enters rhythm. |
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