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Left Behind
As with the begging night,
you tease
engulfing me
with a passioned kiss
carried in
through a vagrant breeze
crimson drops of honey
dipped pleasure
pristine pure,
mysterious bites
scraping
hushed scents
of two lover's lips,
flipped
switches of oral intent
where light flickers
into the recesses of the mind,
playing
with the light and dark
of moving shadows
lusting after poetic lines
left behind
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