Crisp seasons bed down in hibernation of pleasure
under garments trace finger tips to explore
softly perfumed
he inhales.. her whispers
to lie.
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Crisp seasons bed down in hibernation of pleasure under garments trace finger tips to explore softly perfumed he inhales.. her whispers
to lie.
Author notesshe whispers pickled sheets of lullabies In a listA contest entry
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