the stimulation

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Hyacinth garden

 

 

the stimulation of her words
they emerge from her lips

translation in transformation

each syllable rolls and freely falls
in the excess of it all

her smoldering eyes

like flares bursting

for all to see

she is limitless in her thrill

feel the fever of her need
her compelling dance whips wild

it thunders in her

it thunders in her

on the altar
of desire

I am sacrificed
to those enchanting kisses
they emulate
an invitation
to a slippery
consummation

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