warm smell of chocolate chip cookies
drifting from the kitchen,
I let my fingers run gently down
your bare back,
hot blazing summer heat,
a warm trickle of laughter,
gushes from your throat,
echoing around just painted walls,
honeybees buzz around yellow roses
in the garden,
a curtain half open flaps gently in the
breeze,
printed Egyptian cotton,
your tongue curls around mine,
soft and sweet,
I let myself drift in your arms,
the god of uncapped passion
smiles above,
soft silky skin melts,
under white satin sheets.
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