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Fragrance
Her scent permeates the room.
I smell her on my fingers,
as we taste forbidden desires
in the cinema of night;
lost in the cadence of lust
that rains through our dreams.
We bathe in the nectar of bliss,
through this turpitude of longing.
The language of destiny
still to be written,
in the sanctuary of sex.
Parting her lips
with my curious hands.
The fragrance of her flower
drips on my tongue
like warm honey;
as I circle inside
her secret need.
I smell her on my fingers,
as we taste forbidden desires
in the cinema of night;
lost in the cadence of lust
that rains through our dreams.
We bathe in the nectar of bliss,
through this turpitude of longing.
The language of destiny
still to be written,
in the sanctuary of sex.
Parting her lips
with my curious hands.
The fragrance of her flower
drips on my tongue
like warm honey;
as I circle inside
her secret need.
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