a thousand delirous sweats
fingers felt light ly
by sweet pink symphony of moans
I sing luscious music
as you eat my
raw pink rose
we lick beauty beneath bare breasts
please me all over
I heave
in moments
a gorgeous vision
honey juice flood
onto tounge
bed
we
stop
frantic woman under want
worshiped man always near
together
love sleeps still
a language of love
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