In a tizzy of smouldering words, I watch my breath wheeze out embers..on a smoky evening my darling, when veins somersault into a reverse osmosis of transferring memories from nerves to my ever smitten cells; emanating from every pore wisps of steaming recollections, tracing on forgotten skin a trail of scorched delicious burns where fingers played, touched and brushed.
Under a nighttime sun in honeyed glow of secret gaze, where fantasies silently graze..in wait for the fool to be full, lighting up each night, our shared loon, winking in a whisper pausing for a lull, voicelessly speaking..soon..pretty soon says the moon.
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