Your sweet perfection,
a red rose covered in morning dew;
delicate
on my lips.
Your nectar fuels my desire,
longing,
lusting,
wanting,
and needing.
Your arch,
your every turn;
perfection is exemplified by your curve.
Silk against my cheek,
you are velvet on my lips.
I grow drunk on your gift.
The immersion intoxicates.
My eyes are closed.
...Bliss.
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