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A Fantasy

I can feel your heartbeat.
I can feel the softness and the
curve of its encasement.

Fingers lace like threads,
gazes fix onto one another.
Yours is sweet red wine upon the grass.

The colours of your being
SING.
You’re RINGING out,
there’s a hardness in my throat,
my hands tingle.
You shake me to my core.


Your skin is soft and tastes of
apples dappled in dew.

I wish I consumed you completely.
Written by muffinpoodle
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