temperature

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incendiary tactfulness of your mouth
is combined with the savor of my dream
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my dream longs for you to watch me
happily, tenderly, caressingly, madly
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madly you to listen to my velvety voice
while your smile slyly bites my lusty lips
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lips contoured by the temperature
of your whispers circulating unimpeded
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unimpeded... kissing delicately my valleys
my mountains, my rivers, my flowery
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flowery is an allusion mirrored in my eyes
chiseled by your love's sublime waves


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