Callused hands trace rays of sunlight
across the slopes of velvet skin
with fingers chasing passion
into the soul
where lips seal each promise of ecstasy
before a new breath is drawn.
No time or place is noted
but for the heat of flesh
burning with need
fueling the agony in compelling desire
to release.
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