Sensuously slipped sliver,
cascading over an eloquently forged form.
How has it been crafted to perfection?
The collision of flesh awakens passionate consumption.
It spills like water.
I seek to know you.
Pause an instant.
I’m not done admiring you.
Forever she whispers,
The heart flips with acrobatic excitement.
Enter again the hot stinging cave of burning soulful pleasure.
Take your seats,
the exposé is about to begin.
This beauty is not new,
it prevails through and through.
It strikes in soft night without warning,
and breaks on through
to the other side of morning.
A new kind of love.
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