Erotic PoetryBistro BubblesIndigo ink printed
its worn pages
of fantasy after
textures of flesh
curled in disheveled
insatiable longing,
smearing mind passion
like peach preserves
over fresh French boule.
Burgundy palates
painted final hours
with blushing florid flavors,
savoring each variety
dipped from her impish well.
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