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Bringing Forth Her Hidden Colours
Warm breath
Heating up skin
Tiny hairs standing on end
The static of human touch
Producing erotic sparks
Stirring fires
Wildly opening the furnace
Wave upon wave of heat
Hitting the senses
Till there’s no way back
Desire sculptured
Upon the feminine form
Every imperfection
Perfect under the brush of lust
Bringing forth her hidden colours
Heating up skin
Tiny hairs standing on end
The static of human touch
Producing erotic sparks
Stirring fires
Wildly opening the furnace
Wave upon wave of heat
Hitting the senses
Till there’s no way back
Desire sculptured
Upon the feminine form
Every imperfection
Perfect under the brush of lust
Bringing forth her hidden colours
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