Hard leather buttons
atop cream suede
brush my lips
with cinnamon cisele
Wet crimson sheath
between passion and promise
draws my fingers
to'ard darkened depths
Warm caramel kisses
against crushed satin
pique my desire
to breathe pink
Smoky moiré sheen
over tender folds
blankets my tongue
with velvet throb
A whispered release
in panne waves
weaves my name
through dream's tapestry
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