I saw your toes
last night,
and you saw mine,
an Arabian blend
of damask rose and
sweet almond,
your back shines ,
silky under my hand
skin to skin,
tiny moans,
echo around
my burning soul,
parting lips,
and darting tongues,
slices of pink
watermelon,
no more
songs unsung,
Venus lusts,
the crimson spreads,
as you blush.
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