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The Conclave of Air, Skin, and Memory

spicy sandalwood forests  
ignite the atmosphere  
in familiar ghost waltzes,    
slowly beginning their reverent  
undulation  
to rhythmic muscle memory ~    
steady, heady heartbeats    
pulsing    
just beneath your skin;  
thunder rumbles nearby,  
the whole house    
shivers;    
I join the quivering conclave      
on a sigh,  
remembering    
your voice against my thighs    
brewing storms of your own    
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Jenn_Leigh)
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