Sultry embraces
perspire in cotton.
Hands stirring sticky senses
with sensual balms and
bodi from Tibet.
Both mingle -n-smear
waxy wet .
Smooth talk twines
in warm drawn breaths.
Final words gasp
in shivering crests
of molten need.
A briny swallow is
filled in love's
hot lava as
soft sighs release.
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