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EROTIC MELTDOWN

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Shall we proceed
into the luscious features
of the night.
Where love turns to potions
and we are guided
by our intoxicating light.

Stumbling across
the black woodenfloor
down the spinal hallway
touching your emotional core.

Let there be
a ferocious heat.
Besiege my body
swept in lustrous sheets.

Sway with me
as I paint my yearnings
on your back.
Prepare my essence
for your tempestuous attack.

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A/N: Don’t. Even. Ask.