Sworn to the promise
of destiny,
torrid, blazing, molten.
Perfumed whispers
caress the recesses
of forgotten sensations.
Liquid contours curve
the hesitant response
into acceptance.
Shivered apprehension
quakes the timbre
of sublime expectation.
Quintessential release
hangs as a thought,
spiced with innuendo...
~~~


Thank you



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