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Sated Senses
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Passion Touch me.
Trail each contour and valley
with blue-collar-rough fingertips,
that know well,
my paths of longing.
Inhale the scent of desire,
intertwined
with the musky perspiration
of nature's sensual cologne,
laced with a lingering hint of bath oil.
Listen to the whispered sounds;
little sighs and moans,
the whimpered wanting
that resounds from within' this room,
in carnal conversation.
With glassy-eyed passion,
view the scenery
from the heights we scale
and visualize heaven's feast,
as we crest this mountain as one.
Taste the nectars of submission.
Sip, like pink champagne,
but drink with parched tongue,
the moonshine that pours,
until you are inebriated.
