SWEETEST RAPTURE
Dawning gently,
satin cradle,
sweetest rapture,
may we share.
Arms enfolding,
eyes of fire,
eager fingers,
through your hair.
Body rushes,
reaching focus,
liquid summit,
drowning mind.
Dreamscape fading,
slowly beading,
hot and salty,
down my spine.
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