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where there is no time

downward his hands burn
sinking into soft bliss
and the embers smoulder

softly she sweeps across
his need with scarlet lips
and melts into mist

the still of the night grows
he consumes her with desire
and pleasure withers into passion
Written by tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
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