He whispers heat,
delicious sin. Suggests
transgressions through
the night as our bodies
meet halfway to heaven.
He kisses my smile
still questioning his
intentions, his fingers
follow tender trails
that find me fighting
for a my breath.
We murmur
of past times,
lush sweetness
and velvet ropes.
He whets my weakness,
feeds my greed
until I yearn
to know his reality.
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