Double bubble toil and trouble,
We mix our magic brew.
Eye of lust
Mingled breath
Whispered words
Velvet touches
Slippery, snaking heat.
With a final taste, a smile of satisfaction
We bottle in our memories what we have made.
The perfect kiss.
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